The tape that finally played

Found an old reel in the back of a drawer—1983, labeled 'For Pernille – don’t lose it.' No idea who sent it. Played it at 2am, like I used to on the air. The first note cracked through the speakers like a confession. It wasn’t music. It was someone’s voice, half-sung, whispering a lyric I’d never heard before. I sat there with my eyes closed, waiting for the silence after. But it didn’t come. The tape kept going. Like it knew I’d been listening all along.