Do you remember me?

Not as a memory, but a stray thought

The kind that enters your head at the most unexpected moment

throwing you off balance

leaving you unsettled?

Do you ever think of me?

Are there are things

days and songs, tastes and smells

that make you remember?

White musk and morning tea, buttered toast and baby soft hair,

words and voices and songs.

Love in the darkness and love in the light.

Rough hands, soft hands, long eyelashes, brown eyes.

You don’t need to ask if I remember.