music holds a memory
like a flower cradles its seed
the way one beat
takes me back to a timeline
the way the song title alone
takes me back to a version of you
a playlist for every mood
a playlist for every chapter of my life
relationships in their every wave
competing in all the different ways it has defined me
living as all the pieces of me finding each other
when failing felt like pain instead of progress
and when I look back through every playlist
memories fold on top of each other
words blend from my experiences to her lyrics
then the present hits me
and there’s a weird realization of sitting in my now
could I make a song from 2017 new again?
could I change the way a memory sticks?
as the chorus becomes a crescendo
a voice asks, “do you need it to change?”
if there’s beauty in who you are now
why would the past ever need to change?