The Earth Moved
by Vaughn Neeld

As I remember our tempestuous
on-again off-again romance,
I hear the songs of the Seventies–
the soundtrack that accompanied scenes
of bell-bottoms, long hair, and free love.

Just as you danced in and out of my life,
leaving a trail of broken dreams and heartbreak,
the music weaves in and out, rifting
through the years to brighten
a corner of black regret.

I am now old; you are gone; the songs continue.
They will spin through eternity
even as they fade from my mind
and leave only this–a memoir
of love songs without music.



 


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