0012 Remembering And Being Reminded

‘Did you remember to tidy up that room of yours this morning – or do you need reminding? …’ that gap between remembering and being reminded pursues our childhood and right through our life as if there are two compartments in our brain joined by the snaky sliding metal walkway between two railway carriages at top speed, the air, the ground, our life, flashing by how close they are, how far apart, what parts them in the living heart? as, how can I ever forget you, all the life we lived together, every little movement of your eyes, your body, yes, your mind, your eyes on me, the day you looked at me, then looked away… yes, I remember you, in every little thing - then on the crowded street, before some fancy high-priced fashion store, some woman passes, with a dash of Worth’s ‘Je reviens’ – and like a flash I’m some old heart, some long ago to now heart, reminded that I get along without you very well, of course I do… except when all the scents of you become our song, and you are you… and behind, the memory of whom I like to live and be, and the sharper, true, intense reminder of my truer sense.