NaPoWriMo 2025: Day 16, #2

“A poem that … imposes a particular song on a place.” (https://www.napowrimo.net/day-sixteen-12/)

This is our song,
you said, as we danced
in the headlights
of your car, parked
in our favorite park
after dark, just us.
Teach me how
to dance, you asked,
eyes alight with
mischief, sly smirking
smile, so alive and
beautiful. Just us, alone
in our favorite park.
So we opened the
doors, turned up
the radio, and danced
in the headlights
of your car. This
is our song, you said.

Now far distant, alone
in my apartment, our song
comes on the radio.
No longer ours, mine,
and memory’s, and it
all becomes such
an ordinary world.