Reminded

Weeks go by
I don't think of you at all
then, something happens

I hear a song on the radio, or
look up to see the pirate smile of a girl in the grocery line
then I know
you are still here

Even with
the largest parts of you gone, and
no fingerprints anywhere

moments come back to me
a cascade of sepia snapshots

not all ghosts are cruel
but they all haunt

.

.

_{I had hoped you'd see my face and
that you'd be reminded
That for me,
it isn't over
Adele - Someone Like You}