I shuffle songs, pouring through old beats,
Angsty pop, classic rock, albums burned,
Stopping only when I find that one genre
That reminds me of falling in love.

All those old feelings rush back, waxing
And waning with the bass, and as the vocals
Moan their heartfelt words I suddenly remember
That feeling of having all the right words for the moment
And not even needing any of those words
To describe the passion in our memories.

I remember hugging you goodbye,
Crying on the inside, knowing you only through the music
That reminded me of you, the music I left on repeat
All the time. This was the music that helped me
Meet you, know you, love you, remember not to forget you.

So much time has passed since then.
This music is no longer for you; it's an association
With the feeling of falling in love, the new sensualities
Shaping my future; these beats flood me fiercely
With desire to meet the new you.

01/27/2008

Author's Note: The song that triggered this was "Laree Chootee" by Call.

Posted on 01/28/2008
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