a song with a stranger

I stepped into his bitingly cold garage with the grimace of an acquaintance alone with another acquaintance, both of us a bit unsure what to do with ourselves. We slid into the living room with ease and began to talk. We didn’t stop. We had dinner, and talked more. After several hours we decided to get down to business and play our music. We did little of that, and had trouble focusing. My melodies were elastic, and his guitar playing was structured. To me it was all about boys, and I have no idea what it was about to him. The song, that is. That’s the problem. I need to learn to ask more, rather than expect to be told.