A smell takes me back,
Opens ivy-covered doors I never noticed.
A tune takes me back,
Cuts through the underbrush on the old trails.
An image takes me back,
Releases a stream of emotion long dry,
sheds light on a dusky corner,
opens the pages of a long-forgotten tale...
And the train of thought runs
And the train of thought runs through yesterday again.
Thanks for reading! Can you relate to this feeling? This poem is part two to an earlier post called 'Goodbyes' (see link in comments). The memories we leave behind can never be re-lived, but they are still part of us. Every once in a while, we remember. And yesterday feels a little closer. @thislittlelight