Receiver Deserted

A castoff used only for the music purchased purposefully, exceedingly carefully, as though a mistaken choice would distress the listener somehow it went missing around the time you did. I could only hope someone else was pressing its buttons now – turning it on and off at will, turning up the volume, making it scream, holy hell, until the attention was on and for nothing else. When it was around, nothing else mattered. I could listen to its music all day and never be bored of it, but I didn’t want to rely on the music it played to get through my day, to sit through inane, purposeless meetings while I tried to look attentive, all the while wondering when I’d get the chance to play it again. I recall it had been put down carelessly. It wasn’t well placed in a spot I’d remember. Complacent and common, somewhere it sat until someone smart enough to see it for what it was took it up, held it close, and would never let it go.