Something brought you back to me today,
Like a forgotten fragrance that shanghais my senses
I am tangling lavender-scented sheets again,
Remembering your skin.
The song said,
Please be mine,
You're my kind of girl.
How is it we can forget pain or bliss and carry on, parking the car,
Fixing the leak,
Starting the stew?
Today was like plucking a morsel back from a simmering pot--
I snapped my fingers,
And savored a hot delicious memory