It’s sometimes the degree at which the sun
shines
Or the angles at which it cast shadows
through my window.
It is sometimes a particular noon silence
Or the warm air that moves drudging by
It’s sometimes just a whiff of a peculiar
odour
Or is it just a figment of my imagination?
My remembrance?
It is sometimes that I am reminded of you,
It is sometimes that my memory pains me.
