i’ve memorialized
the tone of your voice
its deep bass timbre
its rumbling, like thunder
how i wish i had kept
the letter you wrote me
so full of longing
so sweet with regret
we slow danced, naively
‘neath pink paper streamers
we promised our love
and maintained your innocence
now i watch you spin circles
with another woman’s babies
and i want to rewind
the last and best mix tape
the one that you made me,
you made me the one.