My Blood is My Ink | Poetry Book

I used to love this song

such comfort it brought
whenever it graced my ears.
a tinge of nostalgia,
a touch of joy,
a hint of melancholy,
and now, a handful
of resentment.
I could never hear it
the same way ever again.
not when the
first note comes in
and all I could think of
is you.

~ weuneigh