I Know Why

I slept on Norah Jones’s Don’t Know Why.

Back then, before life took me for lessons learned,

I aimlessly followed my friends

and listened to songs that said nothing

much of anything to anyone.

But the beauty in Norah’s lyrics hovered

like a sound wave echoing

meaning into my brain.

My life would have been different

had I known about Norah Jones

while stuck in Carolina.

Like really different.

I’d take a breath

and ease my indecision.

I’d entertain my selfishness

until it got tired of hanging

out with me.

I’d toss out the Redhook and bathe

in frustration until the conclusion

lifted from my sticky fingers.

I’d embrace the wickedness we all expect

to poison what I wanted more

than I deserved

and throw it into a bin of useless files.

I’d taste my life and exhale the stiff

of Hannah leaving.

A Bible and a therapist saved me from myself.

But the lyrics massaged my emotions.

It took me years, but I got my life together.

And Hannah, well, Hannah’s on the deck

at our lake house.

The firepit burned with our passion.

We sipped red wine and waltzed

to music I hadn’t heard before,

but we were drowning in sincerity.

Looking back, I was thankful she didn’t stay

because life brought us here today,

lost in unsung songs.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

Twitter: AC0040