It hits me in the happiest of places.
My past echoed through people’s honest comments
Through his kindest smile.
When he’s half asleep and he tells you how in love he is.
I'm getting so good at moving on.
At not thinking about you,
But when I walk by a customer who smells exactly like you I can't help but stop and stare.
I can't stop all the images that race through my head.
All running back to you.
Your smell, your sound, your presence.
And I find that even in these moments, you are gone.
And I'm doing exactly what I should be.
Remembering you in bits and pieces, while moving on.
Mending and making something new.