I listen to a song. It’s from a different time. When I was younger
I time travel on its melody. I slip back there. Return to happiness.
I fall back into my mind. Consider all the choices that were made. Hers. Mine. Ours.
I know everything is exactly as it’s supposed to be.
I smile. Tears find ducts. They build. Fall. Roll down the crease between my nose and cheek. I laugh. Sing the chorus.
I hear words I never heard before. All these years I had it wrong. But the words don’t matter. Only the memories matter now.
And the memories are good. Better than the song.