This morning, I have been listening to a mixtape I made in December of 1992…

Early morning, Xmas day
Almost-forgotten sounds come from the speaker cones
There’s enough there to remember the feeling
of that December afternoon
the sky grown dark
the traffic grown thick
that chill in the air
but the streets still bare

Exile is a wicked game
escape from danger—but the self remains the same
There’s enough there to remember the feeling
of what it was like before
love went away
the little things we shared
the chill in the air
but warmth with you here

One of the few true regrets I have
is not trying to go back sooner
when I might have still had a chance
and redemption was still possible
All I had to do was make the call…

Early morning, Xmas day
lost in the sounds of a once upon a time
There’s enough there to remember the feeling
that once came easily to me
on a winter’s day
when blood made noise
as I remembered

(25 December 2015)