It’s not the song you listen to in the car on the way to work, or the one you play in your head while pretending to listen to the pointless conversations that surround you. It’s the song you put on repeat in the middle of the night when you’ve run out of distractions.
This time be different
You lie down on the floor, in the dark, and let it haunt you.
It lures the memories out of the recess of your soul, gently, slowly. The warmth she gave. The warmth you ached for. The warmth she stole.
The song keeps playing, but you’re not tired. This song will never end.