I play it and cry—
crying more than before.
I am in awe of such beauty.
The magnificent beats, hums, and rhythms,
word for word,
in my mind I see the voice dance,
chords and lyrics hand in hand,
calling out to me.
All I can do is let my tears fall
—like a dam overflowing.
And the best part?
These are happy tears.
It took me years to realize
a song I used to play on repeat
was about my father.
I smile, taken aback—
all I can think:
“I cannot top this.”
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