The Song Remains the Same

The song comes on, in the random,
shuffling way life occurs,
the happenstance of seeing one another
across a parking lot and you
studiously ignoring or maybe
running away. The song comes on
and I’m confronted with the
old decision to ignore, or to skip,
or to turn the whole thing off.

The song comes on, and once
I’d hit Repeat because once
I connected it with you. Even now
I do, seeing you in the long ago,
before the collapse of
a make-believe house constructed
on some fantasy Sandman’s leavings.
All those nights of
Repeat…Repeat…Repeat.

So the song comes on and I reach
for the Skip button to run from
its first two bars. I know each beat
and note by two memories. And I pause.
The heartbeat of it, the voice,
they don’t belong to you anymore,
they belong to the song.
And the song remains the same.
I’ve changed, hit my Skip button.
Turn it up.

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4 thoughts on “The Song Remains the Same

  1. Chasing ghosts, heralding specters, waving down fantasies flitting away like rabid hummingbirds–yes, yes, not only do words fail you, but the past fails you, with you now striding it like Carl Colossus; sad, angry, but hopeful, for that song will fade one day & you won’t even quite remember the refrain.

  2. Oh, sad…”the random, shuffling way life occurs”, so true…when the song becomes separated from the memory (“they don’t belong to you anymore”), it can be so painful. Thank you.

  3. Nicely done, Joe. Many have this mood within them. The challenge is to transform it into an original and captivating figure. You’ve done that here, so artfully and intelligently.
    -Steve

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