• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 09
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That tape—

you gave me a retro gesture
without a cassette player it was a symptom of our age
your belief in that time
under a half-converted attic roof
instead of a Spotify playlist we could share
you idolised me into a tape
I could not hear

That tape—

is all I have left
I upped sticks and left without
so much as a goodbye note
your insistence we were from another age
became your downfall or saviour
next time I hope
you find someone with a compatible stereo