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a song of memories

by Marlon DeLeon

Today as i woke up
from a half night's sleep, still groggy, i stretched out.
a song came on the radio
i couldn't make out what it was
it slowly faded in with a very familiar subtle guitar
tata tadada tata tadada

                    "Hello, I've waited here for you... Everlong.
                    Tonight, I've thrown myself into,
                    And out of the red, out of her head she sang."


and with that...with those words and that tune
i sat up and was flooded with images of what was..and not what is

                    "Come down and waste away with me, down with me...
                    Slow how, you wanted it to be,
                    I'm over my head, out of her head she sang."


How odd..that a simple song could trigger this many emotions
and the many memories it brought back
but the chorus always stuck me the hardest
like..could something ever be like this

                    "And I wonder when I sing along with you,
                    If everything could ever feel this real forever.
                    If anything could ever be this good again,
                    The only thing I'll ever ask of you.
                    You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.
                    She sang."


this song meant so much...
guess i never realized why i didn't listen to it for so long
until this moment
and i began to sing along

                    "Breathe out, so I can breathe you in,
                    Hold you in, and now, I know you've always been
                    Out of your head, out of my head I sang."


i could never get through this song without choking up
even more now
never expected to wake to this
i remember learning this on the guitar..

                    "And I wonder when I sing along with you,
                    If everything could ever feel this real forever,
                    If anything could ever be this good again.
                    The only thing I'll ever ask of you,
                    You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.
                    She sang."


i practiced it..until i decided it didn't completely suck
and i could finally, in my own way
dedicate it to you...to us
this part was my favorite...the break to that powerful ending
i think i practiced this part the most
i even sang it.
tata tadada tata tadada

                    "And I wonder,
                    If everything could ever feel this real forever,
                    If anything could ever be this good again.
                    The only thing I'll ever ask of you,
                    You gotta promise not to stop when I say when."


and just like that it was over
2 years worth of memories flashed by in 4 minutes
summarized into a song that just as easily faded away
leaving me with a full day of reflection and uneasy thoughts
so i stood up and walked to the shower
to start a very different day.

06/06/2007

Posted on 06/06/2007
Copyright © 2024 Marlon DeLeon

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/07/07 at 04:00 AM

You write some of the most wonderfully natural narration I've seen in quite some time. I really, really dig this.

Posted by A. Paige White on 06/08/07 at 12:08 AM

I really enjoyed your sharing. I adore your name, btw. I've only known one person with that name and she was a blind woman I adopted as my mom. She's in heaven now. Some days I miss her soooo much. My eyes got really wide when I saw your name. Hope your very different day was wonderful.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/10/07 at 12:36 AM

Would one call this a reality check? The shower I mean! LOL!! Interesting back and forth between song and narrative.

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