Accuradio just laid out a song, an oldie, golden.
I know it well: every note recalls those memories.
Memories of then, memories of you.
Summer: windows open to the breeze.
Lying naked on the couch.
Your silken skin, your careful hands.
Ah, I tried to go on a bender after you left,
But I just didn’t work. I don’t do wastrel well.
I rearranged the furniture, got a cat.
And after a while, I found another you.
But that song always gives me pause
As I get that familiar frisson, a tingle on the tongue
As I watch the scenes. Then, I laugh.
Got me, you mnemonic fox-trickster…
Wasn’t a bad thing, though, not really.