Chances were

That old wretched tune is playing again
All the supermarket speakers radiate out
Taunting me
Bright lights and a chill comes
I yearn for the past to swallow me whole
While a lady reads a label
Unaware of the Magma island that's forming
Within the seafood section

If only love came with such labels

I merely ventured out for nutrition
Still without, hungry
All I can see is you
Holding me
the dull background is madness
As our recording croons on
I leave my hunger there
To make the music stop you
Haunting me

Pains of hunger at least subside
Memories need nothing
But a word 
that color 
your smell 
our song
To brutally thrive on

To live
Is to live here,
To live here
Is to live there,
To live there
Is to feel you here,
Immortality at its finest
Trick