I listened to that band you told me about,
When we used to be together.
And they are better than I had ever imagined.
They could've become the tether

That held us close.
But of course I had to ignore you,
And focus on myself.
Because I had too

Many flaws.
But the songs are flawless.
And original.
And I have played them countless

Times through my ears.
In the car.
On a train, on a bus, in my room,
Travelling far

And wide on the
Wave-like impetus.
Creating and serving as a
Melancholic stimulus.

And it fills my mind with
Vivid memories of things that
Never happened;

Us throwing ourselves around
The danceroom floor
To the jagged riffs,
Spaceward-bound.

Or us lying in bed,
Under the blankets
And the sheets,
No tears being shed.

Or us in our special place.
The one that no one knows of.
Where you always catch me
Staring at your face.

And I remind myself,
That these don't exist.
And I start to lose sight.
That feeling persists

Of a hopeless hopelessness.
Replaced by desolate euphorics.
Because the songs that you liked
Are a bittersweet tonic

Of what I have lost.
But what another will gain.
Because a lucky man will come along.
He'll remove the strain

Of what I left behind.
But it's enough to know
That we both like this now.
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To me.
From you.
With care.