Been lost for how
To save lost spaces—
Backtrack in time
Can't erase this

Rewinding in rhymes (over & over/ asleep & awake)
Tape cassettes made
In Retrospect—
Spinning and remixing
Sealed in semi-broken plastic covers, buried in a glove box disaster
      Scene ready to be rediscovered
After years have passed and time has advanced
Playing for all time—
Sealed and safe
free to replay
For decades
Until they are replaced

And if the universe allows it,
They will never be lost again,
They will always have a place
To replay