The Song Reminds Me of Her
My iPod’s playing my favorite song.
I don’t remember all the words at the moment
But I recall how it goes.
“Look at the stars…”
I lie on the grassy hill
And carry on what it tells me to do.
It’s 1:30AM but they haven’t come back home.
Just the moon in still-life
As the painter looks on.
It looks so alone on a Wednesday night.
No one wants to be left alone.
I know I had to do something.
I wrap it in her favorite colors,
Blue and pink with a white bow on top.
I show up at the party wearing khaki pants and a wrinkled shirt.
The tie is the only thing in common that night.
I couldn’t leave without telling her “Merry Christmas!”
I feel out of place but a friend makes me want to stay.
She opens the box.
“Is it something shiny or goes around her neck?” Everyone reacts in awe.
I tell her “It’s nothing big but I…”
With eyes so vibrant, “I love it!” she says.
She hangs it in her bedroom wall and I now remember so clearly.
The words magically appear as I see her there,
“Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.”
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