The Taking Of Turns

You are in some songs that still get played on the radio when the DJ is feeling nostalgic.

You are in a book you once lent me (never returned) with yellowed pages.

You are in trees when I touch them, even ones without names carved into them.

You are in the way someone on the street laughs as I pass them.

You are in a box I keep filled with letters.

You are in a ring I no longer wear.

And, every day, you each get a moment to haunt me.


(via I Wrote This For You)