You remind me of  mountains,
the kind of scenery
people tell stories about.

You remind me of rivers,
shallow when you're above,
but the moment you step and walk,
it suddenly deepens.

You remind me of bicycles,
the thing that needs falling
before learning.
The thing you can never forget.

You remind me of my old favorite song,
a part of you is always familiar.

You remind me of a lot of things.

I wonder if I remind you of something.
Is it a good thing?
a good memory?

I hope so.

I miss you.