The songs she had been known for were one-hit wonders,

Remembered for a familiar chorus, an underrated tune.

She always floated through the melodies,

Used to being skipped over.

Waiting for someone to listen past the first track,

To stay past the intermission,

To play her songs on repeat.

But repeatedly, they fell short.

When he heard her for the first time,

He closed his eyes and thought he might remember his life.

Captivated by a sound that filled his soul,

He wondered how he had even lived before.

He roamed, searching for the sound that made his body tingle,

Hoping to find the feeling again.

He dreamed a dream of fullness and ecstasy regularly,

And recently she became the featured act.

The first time he saw her, he closed his eyes,

Tracing the outline of every note, memorizing every lyric.

Before she even opened her mouth, he had already requested an encore,

Asked her to sing acoustic.

He flipped over every record and listened to every track,

Praying the chorus wouldn’t repeat - wouldn’t signal the end.

When the sound became quiet, he closed his eyes,

Hoping it wasn’t a dream.

When he went to sleep next to her, he exhaled,

Dreaming a dream of fullness and ecstasy.

He opened his eyes and let a tear fall,

Realizing his dream was no longer only a dream.

He smiled and traced every melody of her body,

Reciting every lyric to her song.

She smiled, her tear meeting his, knowing she would always be at the top of his charts.

With her in his arms, he thought, he found his home.