Through the haze of something long un-thought of
it comes,
flowing from a dusty memory
to something clear
and my heart aches with the bittersweet drifts of it,
as it slowly takes over

It becomes so vivid,
that it is hard to imagine it gone
it seems to fill me
and at the same time
take part of me away
The memory of a day

Days past,
some long ago
others more close