Lingering around the corner of a far away thought

faded yet bright in places

like the aroma of fresh coffee or a freshly baked cookie

like a clear picture on a crumpled piece of paper

discarded distanced yet all too dear

some people,some places, some experiences

refuse to pack  up and leave your heart

even as they vacate your life.

If I knew how to pull down the shutter

on the moving images of love and longing

I would, she said to herself

but then what is life without love and longing?

so with a smile and song

the background  lilts but the action continues…

PS: The past reckons,as the future beckons…