when the song came on and there
it was: that tune I whistled snatches of
when walking, or showering, or
just thinking quietly to myself in the hour
before the sun went down: the song
that was my unnamed companion in my thoughts
for how long, I don't even know:
it washed over me and inside me and lay down
under my feet, it purred and the sound
drove itself into my ear where it stayed,
echoing, all the way through to now: