Melt into you

by remembertoexhale

I hate the way that memories attach themselves
to songs
songs that I used to listen to blissfully and sing heartily
loudly and unencumbered
have now turned into a pain in my chest
and a burden on my already knotted shoulders
reminding me that I can no longer
“melt into you”
but I still delight in the sentiment
that someone new will make me
“weak at the knees”
and the room will become 
“flooded with light”
as soon as they enter
and maybe I’ll really be able to melt into them this time
and not only in the verses I write
and the songs I sing
or the pictures I draw