Episodic

I hear the strains of Star Wars through the wall
And so I think of you. Why should this be?
You weren't among those sitting next to me
When I first saw it; I can well recall
I saw them all before you, knew them all
And every recollected memory
Is missing you in it. Why should I see
You in my eyelids then, or hear your call
When I hear Williams? Oh, alas, I know:
Your love for it is deeper in my own
And so my love for you has deeply sown
Your image there, so as those old chords grow
I cannot help but think of you, and grope
Within my heart for you with some New Hope.