Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Full Circle


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 plexus
And 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

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