FM in the AM

A song that has to have the word darling
creeps in through the radio's breath
like a ghost that is pretending it is not there
when no one can see it anyway. (no one but me)

I remember when you personified sound
when you spoke to me,
you turned syllables and similes
into loving people and Greek Gods
and you cried because
the radio static sounded like those same
Gods and people snapping their precious necks.

Still,
I find something beautiful
in the bone crunching crackle
of their mortality,
I find something alive in the divine death
of sound.
I still find pretty songs in this old
decrepit radio,
songs that just have to have that word, darling