The First Song (A Rough Draft)

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I was home alone
after school. That
was the first time
I heard melancholy
through the radio.
I listened between the lines.
I listened until I, too, felt loss.

I couldn’t shake it off. Later
that night, I told my mom
what had happened.
She only shrugged.
“You’ll get used to it.
It took me years.
But keep it to yourself.”

(Photo by Viktor Hanacek)

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