EADGBE.

I find you in songs these days
taking some of the words for my own,
reading them as oracles
as portents long gone,
long come true
and as echoes
of a dream
made real
and they keep playing
playing in my mind
with an aftertaste of you
from every verse
to the chorus
the lyrics trip lightly on my mind
and continue on playing
right through the seconds
before sleep
that upon waking
I press play again,
and repeat
and find you
smiling
in between
the opening riffs of our songs.