The Songs We Listened To

Wait.

There is a song here about honey, or retrospect,

or a burial site for all the moments we humored.

Do you know how far they excavate

for a truth like this?

6 feet? The distance between us now?

You See Me, and I see you

even through all of our wounds,

our scratched records,

through the casualties

of our mothers.

It’s awful, to know, like this,

to make space in your bloodstream

for someone else to share this heart.

Wait.

Did it happen Too Fast, Too Soon? The riot

teetering

between noise and rain

and saying Fuck it. Whatever. Okay.

We both knew the song about Hunger,

about how Some Things Hurt.

We sang it to ourselves

when concrete footsteps were the only sound

kissing the air,

and I know you held your breath

each time.

Did the music ever stop the bleeding?

Did it ever quench the thirst?

Wait.

There is a song here

about what could happen

when the world is done ending.

Through our wounds,

despite the rumors,

the music still plays

and before the melody ends,

I yell over the chorus—

Here I Am

and This is Now.

And this is something I Want You to know--

Nothing Can Go Wrong

in a lonely world full of songwriting,

full of The Love You Keep,

full of drinking and Misfortune,

and Selling Out and Going Home.

Nothing can go wrong,

with the music still playing,

when we are ready to take a deep breath.

So. Get Set Go.