Vibrating octaves peeked shyly from an elaborate playlist that yellow evening, and it seemed to meld into one with the canvas of orange hues.
Maybe I didn't treat you, quite as good as I should have...
Sprightly lights quietly appeared amongst the concrete jungle. Slowly yet surely, the resting city was coming to life. I was humbled at the perpetuation of life that did not wait for time.
Maybe I didn't love you, quite as often as I could have...
Trails of streaking tail lights sped by me, and I didn't mind. I allowed the descending twilight slow my pace. All I yearned was to glide on the tarmac.
Little things I should have said and done...
The sweet symphony between man and music was briefly my reality. I permitted the piano play parts of my life story. I let the deep purr of the engine drive me. I let the fluidity of notes shape old nostalgias. I indulged.
I just never took the time...
But you were always on my mind...
(Buble' singing "Always On My Mind")
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