when I was youngest, I wrote songs
made up melodies never heard before
and rhymed my schoolgirl crushes name.
For you- I wrote songs of our dog, and sung in the car,

when I was older, I stopped the music
but scribbled in diaries and typed poetry
on the computer you let me borrow.
You held me in your arms as I silently cried about the darkness and,

and now, I listen for the music
despite welling up every time it comes on
and I slowly carve poetry into notebooks with black ink.
I hope you're hearing my whispered words.