Listening to those Old Tunes
He didn’t want to tell him
That those melodies got to himself
Fatuous moments that would be internalized
By the music
By the love they gave in the pink
By the whims of each other selfishly
In love
Because now
A song is a conversation
They had when they were young
When they were naive
Believing their hearts would never dry
And believing that their absence wouldn’t make the other cry
When I wrote this one I wasn't trying to think of a concrete meaning and thinking mostly of nostalgia.
because sometimes using metaphors means that the meaning is the one that the reader finds. That you find. The conclusion that you draw would be just as valid as mine. Because I know as much about the poem as you do.