On a given day Something can come along That steals our hearts away, Beyond our control. It can be any Old thing, a song that was playing When we first made out with the Woman who sleeps beside us After all these years. It could Be a child eating ice cream Who reminds us of when We were their age, the Faded black and white Photograph of when Our parents were Still in love with Each other, but This miscellany With no home Fades and soon Disappears, and Returns to those Dark places, that We had hidden Them before And
We know That there are Deep wells, dug in Our hearts, where Birds fly, calling Us again
Inspired by chapter 13 of Pinball by Haruki Murakami.