Stumbling

Do past loves really end? Or do we just bury them in Forgetting? The memories heaped on with everyday mundane tasks and new relationships till they are no longer close to the surface. But then sometimes, we stumble upon a scent, a letter, a song.... a lingering reminder of cherry blossom days and somehow... you just have to sit still and go on a short journey of remembering.

Today I hear Sarah McLachlan's Push. We never listened to it. But Sarah will always be Sarah.

They were warm days like these days. The tatami was coarse and sandy on my back. Smoke in my lungs and curling up to the low ceiling. Listening to Sarah's guitar and heartbreaking voice. Listening together. Unnecessary. Words were sometimes.

Then the smoke catches in your throat and hurts. You give a cough and the memory breaks like glass. But not while the song is playing.