Won'T Let Me Forget

That active song won't let me forget. It's lyrics spin like dancing wet ink, and for four solid minutes I think I am sixteen, playing Juliet. That painted song won't let me forget. Like strobe lights pulsing our skating rink, when I absorb that chorus I think we're hand in hand in your red Corvette. That scented song won't let me forget. Your Old Spice cologne can dance, I think. With whiff of the rhythm, my teeth sink into our fresh, shared, loaded baguette. That Springsteen song won't let me forget. I sip it's lyrics like a warm drink. In this reflective moment I think you're tracing my angel silhouette. That taunting song won't let me forget. It's lyrics tease like your flirty wink. I still laugh. I still cry. I still blink. I still hear the rev of your Corvette. That leeching song won't let me forget and it won't let me otherwise think. Like a leaky faucet fills a sink, you keep rewinding that old cassette. 2-21-19