She was haunted by a song
that she could barely hear
bouncing off the back wall
of her memory.
Something latched on
when it played for her,
but she couldn’t remember
when or where she heard it.
She scoured all the record stores
and every backlog mp3 there was
for download. Sometimes there
would be something that reminded
her of how it made her feel, but
she was always disappointed
when it would go somewhere
that proved it wasn’t right.
That summer walking home one night
she finally found the answer to her question.
Pouring from a window
full of yellow light that lead inside
to an undefined apartment,
where the tenant turned
the volume up to ten.
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