I cannot help but feel pain,

that sort of recall when there was that one day

I felt something,

when in the dark quiet of my bedroom,

a song, a vinyl static,

a joint and one single window

light streaming inside,

I laid on my bed, toked and celebrated

a kick ass melody with lyrics

that took my eyes apart,

feeling the stream down the side of my head,

so much my log bangs were damp today,

I just listened,

toked and celebrated,

until the music …

a knock at the door,

while reality always needed to duck its head in,

if only for a moment to remind me,

the song would end again today,

but this day seemed eerily different,

for the first time I had to wonder if he was right,

would she ever come back …