I know,
Feels like your favorite song,
That is stuck in your head,
That you were singing along
With. Again and again.
It has stopped, just because
And can never be played.
It is not on a pause,
It is not on delay.
Every line, every chord,
You knew it by heart.
It’s over. The CD
Has fallen apart.
In the middle of record
Silence hit on you hard.
No auto-save, no backup.
Unexpected and sad.
No, you cannot remote.
No, you cannot record it.
From the radio or
From another one borrowed
It can not be replaced,
It can not be returned.
You can only embrace
Everything you have heard.
It’s been always this way.
Dear, don’t ask me why
All our favorite sounds
Have their end at some time.
Favorite song ever
© Copyright: Пенелопа Панини, 2022
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