Don't you love when
writing a poem seems
more like remembering
than creating

Plato said we never
actually learn something new
We only remember the forgotten

An idea easily dismissible
however...
sometimes this feels like
an accurate description of my experiences

Those clouds, about to burst with rain
                    remind me of something
Your smile, your frown
                   remind me of something
My idea of God
                    seems buried deep within me
That song, the emotions it evokes,
                    remind me of a time I can't remember
Her tears, those stains
                    seem vaguely familiar
His paintings, those cool, dark colors
                   make me feel at home
The way that proof glides along the lines of logic
                   reminds me of something intangible
The smell of homemade bread in the oven
                   reminds me of something inexpressible
That hurt you caused me
                   didn't come as a surprise
The contentment you gave me
                   didn't seem unprecedented

May your grace not be in vain

I will always remember