why.

you have me listening
to the rolling stones
and thinking about times
we were holed up
in the snowy northeast.
with barely a blanket
between us,
barely a word spoken.
you have me listening to
old sad love songs
and wondering what
they could have possibly
done to help us hang on.
and when you wrote me
out of the blue,
the blues is all i could hear.
you disturbed my life,
an unwanted speed bump.
you disrupted my flow.
interrupted my progress.
all of this from a letter.
yet i can't stop reading it.
i can't stop listening
the rolling stones and
remember the days we
were snowbound
in each others arms.