Memory

You’re still with me,
wherever I end up,
even when I haven’t thought of you in weeks
like that
in a split second
you’re back
flooding my memory.
did you know
when you think of a memory
you’re thinking of the last time
you thought of that memory?
well, with you
my memories feel real each time
as if I’m reliving it
in that exact moment again
but I’m only re-remembering it from the last time
so I guess that says something
about you,
or about me?
this time I was worlds away
in a bookstore I love
and there you were,
serenading me over the speakers.