When I can’t take a song out of my head,
it’s only because
I imagine singing it to you.
You handed me an earphone, half of the pair.
I was confused over what you wanted, so you brushed some of my hair, put a portion behind my ear, and there gently placed the earphone.
My eyes followed the white wire, criss-crossed in the space between us, and a sweet discovery was waiting for me:
the other half rested on your ear.