She said she wrote a song for me
but when she played,
I could make barely any sense of it.

The song sounded very pretty
but the words were murmured
and left me little
to chew on.
In turns histrionic
and churning,
it was a curious piece
one I understood
much less than I would have liked.

I like it, I said
and I really appreciate
the effort you went to.
And you got the central allusion?
She asked.
I replied of course
and I hugged her
and we spoke of other things
until we stopped speaking at all.

Since that day
I have been unable
to remember the song
and wish
I had found
more opportunities
to hear it.