That Song

That song

It’s playing again

Evoking memories

Memories best left untouched

But still, I listen to it

I let it play

While fresh tears stain my face

A hollow, empty feeling

Growing in my chest

The memories pass by

Stabbing into everything

My mind

My heart

My soul

All because of one song

That song

I played it for her

I sang it to her

Listened to it with her

So much that when it comes on

The weak bindings I placed in myself,

To keep me together

They fall apart,

Just like me

All because of a song

A song that makes me cry

A song that makes me hurt

A song that makes me die inside


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