THE TAPE

The tape, thrown

from the deck

touches the sofa

resting, expectant.

I don't listen to the tape

often

only under certain circumstances.

Special circumstances:

hangover days

anniversaries

Valentine's Day

New Years'

Wednesdays.

The tape

the mix tape

the mix tape made

the mix tape you made

the mix tape you made at the beginning

so long ago

full of hope

and joy

and pleasure at the thought of me

in my company

or so it seemed...

that tape is the thing you gave me

the proof of your feeling

the testament to our time

all the evidence I need of us.

When I need to believe

in our history

when faith is called into question

I call upon the tape

and it reaffirms, as required.

Then, with further thought,

the tape is turned upon

tossed, thrown

tarnished,

and almost trashed.

This tape, someday

will be destroyed

and then

I wonder

what will I have to believe in?

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