A song.

It’s just a song.

Just a simple little,

Unimportant,

Insignificant,

Inconsequential,

Trivial, song. 

The words hardly have meaning,

And it sounds just the same each time around,

But something else about it makes me stick around.

Not the words,

Or the melody.

Not the harmony,

Or the mood.

Not the rhythm,

 Or the sound,

Something a little more imbued.

Just one little moment in time,

Just one little moment that changed the tune.

That one moment in time,

That really wasn’t as great as a pantomime,

But to me was pretty sublime,

Forever changed that song, apocalypse is what it’s called, and now whenever I hear it I’m enthralled.

How could something so simple, so plain, as a song, make such an impact that I’ve listenened to it for this long?

If he listened to it during that moment as well, would he, too, be unable to break the spell?

Does he even feel the same?

I don’t even know if he knows my name.