I still remember when we sang a similar song
the way we hummed it to bed
the way you held my face in your palms
the assurance emphasised in those lyrics
those are memories I had promised to hold unto
But even good songs leave the billboard
at one point they fade
but as the baby noise grew
My face dimmed from a sunrise to a sunset
my cheeks grew blue-black
I shade of skin of being a different person each day
and when I was tired i packed
you said I would come back
you were almost right
but your song, only played on the radio
very soon it will drop from No.1
I might not entirely forget its pattern
but I know with time,
you will have never touched the skin upon my face
the Cassette will be dusty
the radio will be too old
new music will be made.
I remembered things that were spoken the day we said goodbye
and how bad I felt when I saw you cry…
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