All day pacing the halls of records, touching each instance of good with her uncertainty
Which memory shall I ruin today, she bellows down the caverns of my mind
Running her long razorlike nails against the title on each cover she stops for a moment
“Do I dare?” She questions under her breath as she pulls out the album out
No dust here, I come often to look at this but typically its in bad times
I draw on my experiences this day as they are true to my heart
They ground me, keep me sane
“Please don’t” the wind whispers and she opens the page…
