years later

Thoughts revisit sometimes.
They are born, and flame up, sometimes taking physical form before the fire is spent, and the spark retires.
The physical remnants can come back though, and the thoughts can return with the same poignancy.
A scent is all it takes to recall a whole scene of life. A street, a car interior, the company, the expressions.
A perfume, a song, a story, a photograph, a movie: any of these things can send me quivering through a rocket launch of memory and emotion.
Sleep is a balm that heals the reopened slashes of times like these.