An ear in two afternoons
Simple, yet powerful cords strum
Echoing in between my heart and memory
I wander cautiously
Unsure if I should be feeling the nostalgia that is vibrating and dancing with the music and tip toeing through my body apologetically but unmistakably, like a guilty puppy
The story is paused in reliable intervals
Interrupted by waves collapsing
As if defeated from their long journeys
It is in these moments that I smile out of confusion and resign to the sensation that what fills my mind most is also that which is most of my control. And certainly further from reach than I had imagined in the distant glimpse of another afternoon that I have little proof ever existed except for a song that will always remember and an ocean that heard the whole thing.
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