This song reminds me of you.
Like a sharp blade, no, a soft petal.
I can never quite tell the difference.

This song reminds me of you.
And the orchard, and the wind at my back,
and my farm dog chasing me, tongue out,
before I knew what it meant to chase,
before I knew what it meant to lose.

This song reminds me of you.
Did I make a mistake?
If only I had said this, done that.
Active. Signal.
Words scrawled in my notebook,
none of them making sense alone.

This song reminds me of you.
And I wonder,
do I still linger in your mind?
Does a song ever play and pull me back to you?
Or have I faded into quiet,
like a letter left unfinished,
meant to be sent,
but never was.