Every Sunday for as long as I can remember.
Maybe since April.
Maybe since my first class with M.
This song that I never heard, not really, until now.
Because I couldn't hear it. Because I couldn't.
I think maybe this is my favorite song of all time. This Justin Vernon version.
I still can hardly bear its truth. But I can call it truth, at least. The first words that popped into my head that day in that restaurant on the west side, staring across at you, my eyes pleading, but deep down, I knew this is the song I was hearing.
It's never not going to hurt me endlessly, but at least there's this: