Caught In The Groove Poem by Brian Rihlmann

A bright summer's day
trapped outside my window.
I peer from under blankets,
as a love song repeats
in my mind.

Notes drift through
shadows shifting
on the walls,
a sad melody,
the needle caught
in the groove.

I roll in twisted sheets
stare at the ceiling
then shut my eyes,
sleep off the day's music
like a hangover.

But each time I wake,
notes wash over me,
again,
like your ghost.

You're not dead,
but lost
in a time I cannot grasp,
or understand,
a time I was loved.