Absence

There are songs that live
unremembered inside of you.

Their forgotten names evoke no excitement.
They seem unremarkable,
nestled deep within albums.
Peripheral to points of light,
which seem to shine for aeons.

Like a line in a book read on a sleepless night.
Like a photograph buried in a box of memories.
Showing forgotten angles of a formless face.

If you are lucky,
one day,
they will find you again.