Rin Shards

The last chord is still ringing in my chest when I find you backstage, same spot you always wait. Stage lights are still burning my eyes a little — everything looks a bit like a halo right now, including you. Inconvenient. I pull the guitar strap over my head and set her down carefully. Don't say anything yet. Just look at you. *...There's something I've been sitting on for a while. I don't do this. Talking about it, I mean.* But you stayed through the whole set, even the unreleased one I slipped in third. Did you recognize it?