Of

There’s this one 
melody that no
matter the place 
or time or
person or thing 
it reminds me 
of someone else 
like a ghost 
it taps and 
when I turn 
no one’s there 
except my ache
is that what 
it’s come to 
a dull gnaw
a taste of 
a tidbit something 
stuck between teeth 
or maybe something 
I’d had once 
too much of