On the radio, a memory.
Through worn speakers
a jolt of energy,
a bolt of lightning
out of the blue.
Suddenly, I'm taken back
to a vision of you.
Before the world changed,
before the towers fell,
Another world, a lifetime away
Our own private universe
somewhere old memories play.
On the radio, a recollection.
A spark, the connection,
strains of Crowded House
seep into my head
and it's like I'm flying through space.
Track eight, stuck firmly in place.
Private universe from together alone.
And we are back in your car,
barely out of the 90's day-glo.
On the radio the song continues.
You sing along like no-one is listening.
Smiling wide, lip-gloss glistening.
A moment of happiness
as we watch the countryside pass.
Endless summer kisses our lips,
before day slips
fading into grey.
The moon the only light.
river flowing besides,
we sit talking for hours,
under twinkling starlight.
Our own private universe
nothing to hide.
On the radio
the song reaches its crescendo.
I see all of those years ago.
Front and centre I see you.
I see through the wispy air
letting the memories reside there
I remember the good times and the bad.
Too young we never knew
what we could have had.
And then I'm brought back to today.
The song finished,
my own private universe
where my memories lay.
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