You think one day “What happened to
that band we listened to in high school?”
Instantly a song breaches the surface,
not music but memory, out-of-focus.
God that was years ago. When it played
at the fall dance, some squealing,
some groaning, some with a wry look.
Each of us knew it in our own way.
It turns out nothing happened to them.
It happened that weekend in LA
you drove to see them, there before
the thousands, strutting between the lights.
They lived it, and you saw, and until
now had forgotten, and that was all.
R Charboneau
Robert Charboneau. 
glad to have you back. hope youre doing fine..
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Thank you Aisha. Sometimes school makes it hard to keep up with WordPress. I’m more active on Instagram if you have one of those. Hope you’re still writing too!
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I do. Its aishaqamar_97
I do struggle to write but yes i wont let it go
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I like it! I don’t think back much, though, mostly I keep looking for new hidden gems to enjoy.
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Me too Tina! But sometimes an old song pops up and I wonder, “What happened to them?”
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That’s true. ☺ I had a similar experience recently… sort of… not quite the same. I was looking for a song and came across a band I’d never heard of before. It turned out that this band was no longer producing music under that lable. Under different band names their music had totally changed.
Long story short I did start to wonder what happened to them, but that’s not exactly the same sort of wondering. 😆
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I think it might be. That sense of realizing that people’s lives, their stories, are running parallel to our own. That’s the thought I had when I wrote the poem anyways.
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Oh, nice! ☺
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