I stumbled across your playlist the other day,
it took my breath for a moment.
Strange, to remember a time when those songs fed such angst,
that same old scene is always coming to me.
Before a love song, you have to fall in love;
and so, that’s where the playlist takes me first.
Then there’s a passion, turmoil, and four-four time,
were all of these songs fraught with meaning to me once,
in that place where a tornado meets a volcano?
It seems so long ago now, a confused memory of fights and forgiveness,
back when you said I was too sensitive, and you too much the opposite,
but you don’t hurt me anymore.
Now, then, is just a memory, and the playlist says it all,
the story of who we were, and who we are now,
that old familiar feeling.