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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.