We don’t see each other
As often as we once did
And there are no more evenings
Spent with you and others
Talking about everything
And yet nothing in particular
But today, as I was
Cooking in my house
Just playing and humming
To songs on shuffle
A song played, and suddenly
I was back to that place
Back to that evening
When I first heard the song
When you suggested it
And made us all listen to it
And I felt a little
Less alone in my house
Isn’t it beautiful?
How when memories have songs
Songs become the memory?
Ashquill 