I heard that song,
after so much time,
that I never much cared for,
but somehow, it's mine.

It served up a platter
of retro "can't wait"s
from summers of yesterday's
large format plates.

I listened to all of it,
right the way through,
absorbing the atmosphere,
the way that I do.

I felt those old feelings,
like they were still new,
remembering what I would
have said to you.

It was a time machine,
pulling my heart
to a previous life,
I'd forgotten to start.

In the moment, I lost me,
and found an old build,
that I'd neither seen, nor heard,
presumed had been killed.

I was twenty, all over,
and brimming with sun,
and about to embark
on a time that's now done.

How powerful, music,
how deep, it's entrenched,
like it burrows inside you
and puts up a fence.

I couldn't believe I still
knew every word,
after decades of not being
something I'd heard.

And when it was over,
a tear in my eye,
it returned to its grave
and I watched as it died.