Ode to pining

I think I’m hurting myself. I keep playing the same song over and over again, the one you played for me. I can’t name what it is, not now, but by the time 2025 ends, it’ll be my most listened to song—that I know, and we’re not even a week into the year. And when that big reveal eventually rolls around, perhaps you’ll be but a distant memory, and I’ll be…