that’s not how it’s described in the songs

This is a poem that compares how the speaker feels about love from two different stages in life, about a year apart.

late evening hours give way for emotional; processing

tears falling from trembling eyes and a shaky voice wonders; aloud

maybe it’s not going to be this way.

a replica appears now as the seasons change; now

analyzing files, lyrics, hunched over a poorly-lit desk; wondering

maybe it’s not supposed to be this way.