There Is Always Something There To Remind Me
There is always something there to remind me,
And all I own reminds of you,
In picture frames and bric-a-brac
When I am passing through.
There is always something there to distract me
Moments ambushed in the days,
With no warning or foretelling,
Just in unexpected ways.
There is always something there to prevent me
Casting off your ghost at last,
A deeply rooted anchor
Sunk into the distant past.
There is always something there to inform me
I was happier back then,
Or at least that’s my perception
Of a life from way back when.
And there is always something there to remind me,
Scent or sight or faintest sound,
I can’t put your dreams behind me,
You will always be around.
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