MayPoWriMo 6

At the mere suggestion 
of a song 

in the car I turn it on 
and I am back 

in the room of 1991 
hearing those

chord changes echo 
across distances 

knowing they would 
be waiting 

for when I needed them
somewhere they 

are playing just before 
the first time 

someone presses record 
getting closer to 

the sound we make against 
the backdrop of 

the infinite among us—
then the reprise