
Side A, track one. There is no track two.
Track one is at the good part.

He told me something important on a bench in April. The good part was three seconds away. I nodded at the wrong moment and he never brought it up again.

Four seasons went past me. Three minutes and eleven seconds did not. Somebody kept changing the leaves while I was busy.

Someone made me a playlist. Twelve songs, in an order that clearly meant something. I listened to all of it once, out of respect, and then I went back.

My year in review came out in December. It was one line. They put a little trophy next to it like it was an achievement, and honestly it is.
Everything after that is somebody else's music, arriving at a bad time.
It is at the good part again