That Song
That song
It’s playing again
Evoking memories
Memories best left untouched
But still, I listen to it
I let it play
While fresh tears stain my face
A hollow, empty feeling
Growing in my chest
The memories pass by
Stabbing into everything
My mind
My heart
My soul
All because of one song
That song
I played it for her
I sang it to her
Listened to it with her
So much that when it comes on
The weak bindings I placed in myself,
To keep me together
They fall apart,
Just like me
All because of a song
A song that makes me cry
A song that makes me hurt
A song that makes me die inside
This poem is about:
Me