If I Ever Become a Song

 

And when you listen closely...

The lyrics of her song talks about midnight dates, a lover who left without goodbye, and sometimes, a boy who said forever but meant only five months.

She says it’s just a song, but I’ve seen her close her eyes at that second verse; like it touches a memory

she promised herself she had buried. 

She says it’s just a song, but skips it when she’s happy, and plays it on repeat when she’s not.

Like it knows the parts of her I’m still not allowed to touch.

She says it’s just a song, but every time it ends, she looks like someone who just said goodbye all over again.

So I stopped asking. I just sit beside her in silence, listening to the ghosts sing through her lips, and wondering if I’m ever going to be a song she keeps without hurting.

© amimoh