My library was full.
When I went to trim the fat
I found pictures of you
and you and me
and those yellowed pages that were
torn from the middle of that book
I wanted to finish.
At first nothing,
my eyes glazed over as if
listening to a story heard since I was a kid,
a song heard a thousand times.
then all at once the air was squished
from my chest as I recalled
the familiar tickle of your fingers
pushing into my ribs
as if each bone were the ivory of a baby grand
and the untuned cacophony escaping my mouth
that grinded against your perfect pitch ear.
It’s painful how a song gets stuck in your head,
and no matter how long it’s been,
no matter how many songs you've heard in between,
you still remember every lyric.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 4:16 AM UTC
My library was full.
When I went to trim the fat
I found pictures of you
and you and me
and those yellowed pages that were
torn from the middle of that book
I wanted to finish.
At first nothing,
my eyes glazed over as if
listening to a story heard since I was a kid,
a song heard a thousand times.
then all at once the air was squished
from my chest as I recalled
the familiar tickle of your fingers
pushing into my ribs
as if each bone were the ivory of a baby grand
and the untuned cacophony escaping my mouth
that grinded against your perfect pitch ear.
It’s painful how a song gets stuck in your head,
and no matter how long it’s been,
no matter how many songs you've heard in between,
you still remember every lyric.
