The Song Reminds Me of Her

My iPod’s playing my favorite song. I don’t remember all the words at the moment But I recall how it goes. “Look at the stars…” I lie on the grassy hill And carry on what it tells me to do. It’s 1:30AM but they haven’t come back home. Just the moon in still-life As the painter looks on. It looks so alone on a Wednesday night. No one wants to be left alone. I know I had to do something. I wrap it in her favorite colors, Blue and pink with a white bow on top. I show up at the party wearing khaki pants and a wrinkled shirt. The tie is the only thing in common that night. I couldn’t leave without telling her “Merry Christmas!” I feel out of place but a friend makes me want to stay. She opens the box. “Is it something shiny or goes around her neck?” Everyone reacts in awe. I tell her “It’s nothing big but I…” With eyes so vibrant, “I love it!” she says. She hangs it in her bedroom wall and I now remember so clearly. The words magically appear as I see her there, “Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you, And everything you do, Yeah, they were all yellow.”