when the memories are vivid in the same place many moons ago
where you see your age
in the smell of a place.
when your mind's eye walks the halls,
tastes the temperature of the rooms
that taught you how to pray
by playing fruit salad with snotty kids
and buying a red squire strat
just so he might fall in love with you
before you figure out self-confidence,
a thought to be forgiven,
but lordy what does it mean to love?
when the laughter returns from yesteryear, a dirty word you said made her laugh in that elevator you'd hide in during the service - harmonies and prayers for your soul muffled beyond the doors - sitting on it's floor long enough for the lights to forget you were there and shroud you in darkness - only your breathing sounds and stifled maturation reminding you of one another's company.
when you see time in the face of the same friend.
her laughter still ringing with all it has seen,
the sound hasn't changed but it's a little more rich.
I hear it in time.
a comfort in the ages.
when you see time.
and it makes you stop.
or wish you could.
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