You're like that sad song
that always gets to me.
I know I shouldn't listen to it.
But my mind won't let me forget.
I see the chorus on bus-stop commercials,
and the morning traffic shapes the beat.
It's the smallest things that unravels me.
That single word
so in tune with the melody,
like a key to my childhood music-box,
keeping safe the sound of home.
And once the beat gets in my head,
it runs on replay
till my heart becomes the drum.
I know your rhythm so well now,
my feet dances to it in my sleep.
