Vinyl Memories

A Poem

A pile of records in the closet

Hidden away

Only dust to keep them company

Memories live in the vinyl’s crevices

Memories from thirty years ago

Memories of a past life

They send bittersweet kisses

Music fills the room

Quicker than smoke from burning cooking oil

Quicker than the smell of bacon sizzling in the pan

A smooth, fluid motion

Sweet, sultry grooves

Deep, gritty blues

Jive jazz

We

Get lost

In between the rich instruments

In between the memories

In between the melodies

We

Become

One

The needle knows what we need

And it delivers

A pile of records in the closet

Now out in the open

Filling the room

Filling our hearts

With memories that don’t belong to me

But memories I get to witness

-BFoundAPen