The melodious sounds you emitted

have been playing in my head

for days.

Its repetition almost a cry

as to not be forgotten.

I remember

the way your oversized hoodie

hung off your body,

and your worn,

fingerless gloves

embraced your hands,

keeping them safe

and warm

from the bitterly cold breeze.

And though Chicago's harsh winds

tried to drown out your music,

I heard it:

sad and driven.

I needed

to hear more.