I hummed this tucked under the covers of your bed while you were leaning against the headboard smoking a cigarette and staring ahead at nothing. Your hair in a tiny little bun and covered in just an old Iron Maiden t shirt and you knew exactly what the song was. You knew and you just kept smoking, while tracing the outlines of my neck with your soft fingers, and I just kept humming in the quiet of your room only broken by the passing rush of an ambulance. The heater was turned off and we were submerged in August's air and you probably only put the cigarette off and snuggled into me because it was so cold, and today I felt that chill for just a second as this song came on my shuffle and everything resurfaced like something dead from the depths of a creek.