To My Favourite Song

To My Favourite Song I loved you. Every bit of you. The highs and the lows. And the little bits of character That made me question my existence. Where the hell had you been all my life? And that bright smile. That chord you struck. That beat. That made me want to sing along and sing aloud. And cut off from the world around. That made me want to dance and then fall asleep, head in your lap, in front of pristine waters. To my favourite song, I loved you. And should you ever reappear on my playlist, Im sure there will still be remnants of that affection. There will be memories, Of car journeys spent looking out the window with the thought of you, Of you in my mind. There will be remnants of memories, of me telling my friends about you. Of making them listen to you OVER and OVER and OVER again. Until. Until they loved you almost as much as i did. Almost. For 'as much as' was not a possibility. To my favourite song, I lost you over the summer Deleted. No more of your music in the mornings or before i shut my eyes at night. No more of your comfort when, When i was scared of anyone elses company. I lost you when i least expected it. I lost you when i loved you the most. To my favourite song. I know that just because, just because i cant hear you anymore, Doesn't mean that you're not beautiful. I'll? listen to more music, new music, and i may even sooner or later find another song to put on repeat. A song I shall cherish too, maybe even more. But I know that you're still somewhere Making someone adore you almost as much as i did. Making me almost hate you for loving you so much. And not being able to forget that feeling. To my favourite song, Take that tune of yours. That rare unique melody, And fly, Like a free bird. And should you reappear in my playlist, Know that you have a place saved in my favourites folder. Because there's always that little something about favourite songs That you lost from your playlist.