He sends music, and it becomes the house music. When was the last time you had to hear the whole album? Kelly Joe? Leonard? Ben? Jack? Dave? Macy? Ella? Vic? Kendrick?
It's been a while.
He asks what I've been missing.
I don't even say, "Your music."
I just listen.
Then tell him, "I just like to imagine you laughing."
He was listening to Translee's Each Other at that very moment.
Today I am grateful for back roads and bus rides,
when girls just start singing, and I can see him laugh.
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