when we met, i asked your zodiac sign and you said “music is more telling than astrology”.
i didn’t know what you meant until i was listening to The Smiths and you asked me if i was already sick of it all.
i started to catch on when i entered your house and Chris Isaaks was crooning from your bedroom.
“love has never treated you well, has it?” i asked.
“love? what’s that?” you replied with a smirk.
i dont think either of us knew the answer to that question until we discovered Sting in your dad’s old record collection.
music helped us find words for what we were feeling.
you started playing “Good Riddance” when i came around and i knew then Sting was never talking about us.
i started listening to Songs About Jane while i tried to stop checking my phone every 5 seconds to see if you texted.
i found new songs to listen to
and they didn’t make me think of you,
but i always go back to the days
when music meant more than astrology—
and when i think about you,
i wonder if you do too.
what i’m saying is,
i hope you’ll never stop
listening to our favorite songs
because of me.