A part of me still daydreams

Of what could have happened to you

If you kept music theory and frequented the stage,

The audience of mismatched furniture and beer,

Not discovered, but to just be known.

You used to be so beautiful, two things, raw

Not made for me but ultimately,

That doesn’t matter.

You could have been

On a tiny screen, big enough for

People to know the words.

Do you, still?