Memory

The clicking sound of rolling suitcase wheels reminds me of you
That bench in front of my old house reminds me of you
Feeling to dance to that song reminds me of you
The absence of sound reminds me of you

How I eat ice cream without a drip reminds me of you
Gay pride on the news reminds me of you
Our cocktail on any menu reminds me of you
My dreams every other night remind me of you

My holding on reminds me of you
My dried tears remind me of you
My covered up hollow heart does too

My thoughts remind me of you
Sometimes it’s only in everything

So I try so hard to remember to listen to you
When you said to me;
To let go,
When

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