What I Leave Behind

Number six

Soft voices coming from the speakers
The radio didn't play the music quite right
After having been used too many times
But she kept using it, on some lonely nights

It stood hidden in a dark corner in the garage
Put there so she didn't have to see it anymore
Coated with dust, just like the rest there
But she came back, through the creaking door

Sat down on the chair in front of the radio
The only cd she owned was already in it
Without looking, she found the right buttons
Then it started playing, always number six

For a moment, she let herself get lost
Her fingers tracing figures in the dust
The song playing loudly through the room
Filled with memories, spiderwebs and rust

And before number six had time to end
She leaned forward, making it restart
She turned the volume up, louder, louder
Until she could feel the beat in her heart

It made her remember rainy days like this
When he would put on his favourite song
Taking her hand, asking her to dance
Spinning around until she couldn't go on

He would lead her through the room
The radio playing his favourite song on repeat
And though she couldn't hear the sounds
Just like now, her heart felt the beat

She always felt the rhytm in her bones
But it wasn't the music that made her dance
It was the smile, lighting up his face
And the tingling feeling of his hands

She kept playing a song she had never heard
It was why she came back to the old radio
This song was all that was left of him
And somehow she couldn't quite let go

So every rainy day, she came back here again
Playing number six, for hours on repeat
Sitting still, or sometimes dancing on her own
Raining outside, but also down her cheeks