You're humming some random tune
Making yourself your morning cup of coffee
And suddenly that tune messes with your memories - and your head
And the coffee turns cold, sitting forgotten on your desk
A weekend spent surfing channels. Endless, mindless sitcoms.
Laughing at a silly joke you sink into the couch
And then you remember a talk you had in that very place
And the mindlessness becomes a welcome relief...
A perfectly normal conversation at work
On mundane, boring, every day things
When out of the blue, that voice over the phone
That intonation, certain pronunciations - reminds you of someone else
And the yearning hits you - like a fist to your solar plexusAnd you can't respond to the questions coming over the line. You are short of breath.
They say time heals all wounds...
...Except those it doesn't