poem for a guitarist

He binds me
with the strings
of his guitar.
He plucks
my heart
with each chord.
But my pain is
amplified
as I realize
the music and the lyrics he wrote
for her
fit perfectly;
composing a -
love song.
When the strumming fades
and just our eyes meet,
I wonder how it would be if
for once
he played his guitar
for me.