Again and again
my mind goes back to you
Wide awake I am seeing you
in this dream, as if it were an hour ago
The music in the coffee shop, a woman in a blue dress
innocent laughter from behind the counter
shouldn't remind me of you, but does
Every day there is a certain song or
late afternoon shafts of light that send me there
Nostalgia is supposed to be about the past
what is the word for missing what keeps coming back?
everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours
that wait for me.
If you Forget Me - Pablo Neruda