Pondering

Replay

There's this boy who sings me the song he has stuck in his head that day,

just so it'll echo through my brain the rest of the day as well.

I told him I didn't like his taste in music and he smiled like it was a challenge.

The day I realized the reason for his singing was to show me something in the recesses of his mind that no one else would see, was the day I admitted to myself I was beginning to care for him in a way that friends don't care for each other.

The next day I told him maybe I was beginning to be fond of his taste in music.

A week after that I confessed that I liked songs the best when he sang them and he kissed my forehead because he knew.

I came home and found myself pulling up songs that he would have been proud to hear I was listening to.

That's when I knew.

After that all the lyrics became about him and I paid more attention to the way his lips formed around the words.

One day he showed up with a playlist he made for me and we skipped school and drove for hours playing the mix and ended up at a beach.

You said you liked the way the waves kissed the shore and asked if you might kiss me.

I agreed with the soft whisper of a line from the first song you played me.

Then one day you were gone and the beats of rest were endless because this wasn't just an interlude.

And your song, our song perhaps, came on the radio today and I intended to silence it, but turned it up instead because you would always live within that song.