Broken Record
Dear Julia,
My mind
It is a broken record
Of that one moment
The moment I saw you
And realized
I was in love with my best friend
My mind
It replays other moments too
Moments like
When you cried
And I was the shoulder
Moments like
When you left
And I didn’t get to say goodbye
But above all
The memory that replays the most
Was the one in which I sat
Directly before a messenger,
A respected elder of mine
Telling me that unless I forgot you
There would be consequences
I keep it hidden
But underneath it all
My mind is a broken record
And I listen
This poem is about:
Me