If only I could be your favourite song
and haunt you every now and then
when you are in your office meetings
and I start playing in your head.
And during your lunch break
when you are standing in the queue
I creep back within your thoughts
as you tap your left foot,
but you stop abruptly
And you smile awkwardly to people
who have never danced before.
And when you reach home
you throw your bags and shoes
and from that dusty rack of memories
take my tape out and quickly hit play.
And dance the whole evening
with a pillow as big as me
And I would watch you smile and cry
as you sing my lines with a cracked voice.
If only...
If only I could be there to dance with you,
If only I could come back from the other side even for a minute or two.
If only I could be your favorite song,
you would remember me forever,
wouldn't you?
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