We had always loved the same lyrics.
I loved them cause they were poetry with a melody
You said how they reminded you of the times in your life.
While I sit here with you listening to your music.
I wonder what’s going on in your head.
The names and faces running through your head.
I wonder what ghost live in the closets of your playlists.
While I stand here packing the car.
To leave for the next four years.
Will the song on the radio join the long list Of ghosts.
And then I wonder.
Do I swim among the songs in your playlists.
Are there songs that remind you of our haunted pasts.
If it helps now, I’m sorry.
But I will not stop there.
I will find that poetic melody,
That says everything I can’t.