To the Song in My Head Getting Louder

Those nights: slam dancing in the

dark, getting lost in

the music,

the drunk, chaotic

rhythm of life

pinning me down

because of certain choices

I made,

or didnʼt make,

Iʼd like to think

you were out there, somewhere

in the crowd,

& that

you're out there

now,

withholding judgment,

moving your body to the same

beat.