earworms

when they ask you
what song reminds you of me
of us
and its the song she sang
but no longer remembers the words too
but the words ring
relentlessly

my life brings her pain
and she cannot tell me
for i do not listen
but then i hear her voice
in song
raised with passion
written
recorded
melodious

and the lessons are heard
for the herald speaks
and the songlines burst open
spilling the wisdom

but then the crescendo ends
the symphony comes to a close
and its just me standing
in a room alone