side to side

You sent me a tape Three, four… Five states away. I listened Flipping it side to side In the old boombox, Drinking in the songs Like a drowning man Lost at sea. We spoke little in those days Before we didn't speak at all. You sent letters written in lyrics, A code for me to decipher. Flipping side to side, Searching for hidden truths And some answer to the question I could never bring myself To ask out loud. You fancied yourself a punk But the ribbons were filled With acoustic and folk - Lush guitars, Poems spoken and sung. I played them Until the tapes Were dirty and worn, Always flipping side to side. So many moons and Junes Have passed, Years of your silence While I tried to crack the code, Flipping side to side. I think that final letter Always said it all; The…