Words and Music by Matt Hanley
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Jazz Fest ticket stubs
Fridge to-dos, Gold strands in the tub.
Pint of chocolate mint
Mason jars glisten with her prints.
Remnants of Ida
Remnants of Ida
Staring out that drawer
The gunk she used for cleansing her pores
Half a bottle of Scotch
Mixed CD of Mozart and Bach
Remnants of Ida
Remnants of Ida
Why’d she blow away.
Remnants of Ida
Remnants of Ida
Why’d she blow away.
Her laughter lingers in my mind.
I see her in each hair-tie that I find.
Blanket that she sewed.
A promise for a foot massage she owed.
Notes from an audition
A tuning fork, a book of positions.
Remnants of Ida
Remnants of Ida
The name blows through my head.
Remnants of Ida
Remnants of Ida
Oh those things she said.
Remnants of Ida
Remnants of Ida
Why’d she storm away.
Oh Ida, Oh Ida
Why’d you storm away
Why’d you storm away?
© 2023 Matthew P. Hanley (BMI)