She used to let me watch our future
play
out, one ballad at a time
In
the soundtrack of my life,
she’s
all I ever leave on repeat
I
remember not seeing my favorite band
play
my favorite number
because
she wanted to make love
in
the parking lot instead
And,
the truth is that I think
it
was everyone in the stadium
who
missed the superior show
To
hear them while feeling her;
there
really are no words for describing it
I
clearly recall the shimmering clang
of
her bedroom mix echoing off the walls
in
that lonely, indoor pool we used to frequent
for
a far sight more than night-swimming
She
kept the volume so loud
that
we could make out the vocals
with
our heads under water
Our
bodies would sway in slow motion
as
one beneath the surface,
in
spite of that sharp increase
in
the speed of those splashes
dancing
around us
She
used to play my recordings
as
she played with herself;
I
once got to watch with a guitar in hand
We
were an unforgettable spin,
to
say the very least,
but
only the best records know when to end
And,
who among us is bold enough to say
that
there’s no room for she and I
in
another crowded theater;
in
yet another Top 100?
Maybe
someday we’ll give
love’s
stereo another go
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