It always catches me off guard
when the slightest thing
can spark a single memory,
or even the memory of a place.
Sometimes it is the song on the radio,
pulling up pictures of faces
dancing in cars and singing along
at the top of lungs.
Other times it is a particular joke,
maybe even just a word,
or a quote, that can send me into
a fit of giggles bigger than a
two-year-old's temper tantrum.
Still other times, it is simply a smell,
that of the perfume I wear daily,
which has taken on a memory of itself.
Each time I spritz it on,
I am spritzing on a reminder of
places far away...
conjuring up countless memories,
that turn into daydreams
and carry me away.
No comments:
Post a Comment