She still remembers when

She'd turn her favorite station on;

You'd tell her to turn it down,

It still isn't our song.

Another one would play,

And you couldn't bear to hear

Another string of lyrics

Make its way into her ear.

You'd say it was a promise,

A vow to never harm,

To never be tasked to listen through

Sounds of any less charm.

But the task was half the journey

To find that which would heal,

And she was left broken

By a song with no appeal.

You harmed more than you cured,

And when you went away,

She stopped listening to music,

And her pain remains today.

For now all sounds will harm,

Regardless of the cheer,

And what's left is just a promise,

One she couldn't bear to hear.