A memory. Marking its epitaph.
A time, imprinted along with it.
Times when you used to listen to that song and perhaps danced together feeling every word
As if each lines were written keeping just the two of you in mind. This is the song you both sang together; this is the one you randomly started dancing to in the dark.
It is perfect…
You know the song. It has already started playing in your mind.
You know the feeling too. You’ve had that before. A long long time ago.
When the bottle stops and you choose to speak the truth rather than taking a dare,
The answer to “What’s the most cherished song?” remains “Not Applicable”