as that terrible, awful song plays
my heart stops it's duties
my brain stem takes over
and I run
calmly, without causing a scene
to the back of the bookstore
as I've done many times before
I run
a hand on my chest
starts my heart again
"are you alright?"
"is this okay?"
"do you want me to be here?"
I cry, a little.
not because of the music
nor whom it reminds me of
nor the place where I last heard it
I cry,
for now I know why
I must hear this piece again
after all these years
the band outside played this music,
just for us.
and only now can I hear, how beautiful it is.