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Here are the spoken words
we celebrate songs
titles we love and are longing
the lyrics come to life. 
There is one,
girl I am wanting
I hand over
a playlist of songs
keys for doors
to be unlocked. 
The memory code
we keep fighting
stays properly hidden away,
until finally,
it’ll timidly peek
from around the corners
when certain songs
are randomly played. 
I can clearly say
I’ve memorized every word
the trigger phrases
going back summers ago
when questions were raised
do you want love?
Today,
the songs have emerged
awoken from a far away dream
this newness
is something 
I’ve long ago felt
like counting. 
I’m flooded now
sinking back
to her softly lit room
it all makes sense,
perfect sense really,
as I hand her my phone
and ask she play,
the “bike” playlist
her favorite 
seated position.