Invisible Music

My ears are ringing, singing to the tune of invisible music as I fall into bed after a short, scalding shower after a long, exhausting night of dancing at the clubs after I left the game with that beautiful, beautiful young black-haired lady after I spirited her away from her friends in an old sedan after I called to see if it was okay after I spent an agonizing hour eating in silence in a restaurant with my friends who all had dates after she called to say she couldn’t come, her little sister needed her, her friends were coming over, after I thought we’d set our plans into stone after we spent hours on the phone talking the night away after I had asked her to Homecoming, after I had first laid eyes on her, after I had changed my schedule from Film Studies to Creative Writing on a whim.