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

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