Just after midnight, staring here
At my computer screen
What is the loud "bang" that I hear?
A broken guitar string.

The toughest string, E number one
Died of old age, I feel.
Nobody played it at the time
And no one ever will.

Later today, over the phone
You told me where you are.
As usual, your voice and tone
Were sweet as your guitar.

Yet I miss something. Is it E?
What changed, for heaven's sake?
Perhaps it isn't you. Just me:
Old age or a heartbreak.