I found the old box
of tapes, from another
lifetime ago:
Remember when we
scribbled notes on small
surfaces to go with odd
songs recorded
into a collection, curating
our hopes for connection
-- song by song by song --
our hearts wide open, nearly
dangling like frayed wires
in the world of headphones
before earbuds,
eyes closed, listening,
wondering about the story
below the mix.