Remind Me of a Time When I Felt Something Old
It’s funny how my brain forgets
About the many times you smiled,
And made me want to stay with you, just for a little while
It’s funny how my body moves
In accord with its own free will,
With hopes of sending a sentence, a word, or even a single letter
To bring you joy.
It’s funny how all these memories are strategically erased
From every cell in my body
And how, by some miracle, they rise from their depths,
Only for a moment,
To remind me of a time when I felt something old.
It was never funny.
How we laughed or cried together.
How we stopped and sang together.
Sweet songs of an undying friendship.
But somehow, and I hope to hell its only just for now,
Both my heart and mind laugh.
Because it’s the only way they can react
To something so hard to comprehend.