Wine Red

A song holds significance,
strange above all others.
Tugging at the heartstrings
of associated time long past.

Unique and special
to my memories within.
The song is alone
in isolation.

A solitary lump of song
in a dark and solemn pool
of past depression
and music suppression.

Never heard before,
or ever since;
introduction by one
where our relationship was a cinch.

Social awkwardness
bridge paths across appearances;
phenotypes irrelevant,
when the psyche trumps the reality.

Song traverses time--
connects me to the past.
Linking me back then when
I wanted pain to last.

- The Onion Cat