it's funny
the things
that can bring back
your memory.

a sight.
a sound.
a fragrance
that drifts around.

today
it was the squeak
of the neighbor's garage door
opening.
opening
up that rememberance.
taking me back
to you
and the love we'd found.

with such a simple sound
i was there,
with you,
in our home.
that same sound
was clearly around.

and then
my heart saddened.
i frowned.
i felt down.

maybe it's not so funny
when the memories
come around.
they turn a bright day
gray from sunny.