I found a song I like but I noticed you listening to it too
I only hope I can listen carefully and not have it remind me of you.

But the piano is synthesized like I was around you, the guitar grows quiet like you did when you enumerated to me what I deserved. It ends on a minor chord, and I remember you saying that was your favorite way for things to end, but I can’t imagine a worse way to leave my heart.

It’s waiting to come back to me with the chime of a major, the resolution of a key, the loss of dissonance and the fixation of an eardrum, I never wanted it to end.

But songs are short and so were we, and songs can be replayed, so so could we but there aren’t headphones for love, it can’t just be me.
Just leave me be.