Maybe it’s a particular orange in a random sunset or
An old song heard in passing an open door but
I remember you
It might be the scent of a storm over the lake or
A touch of a hand or rain on the porch roof but in
The most surprising moments
I remember you
It’s a glimpse of a girl that holds her head just so
Or runs her fingers nervously through her hair,
In a strangely familiar habitual way and
I remember all about you
My memory is tied to impressions not facts,
It digs in the archives like a blind mole and
Uncovers things unnecessary to recall and
Feelings buried deep, and through the dusty
Shelves of this library of chaos
I remember you.