Some Things Never Leave

Sometimes it takes nothing.

A name.

A smell.

The air on your skin.

The sound of birds somewhere far.

A voice in the distance.

A ringtone you haven’t heard in years.

And suddenly

something moves inside you.

Not a thought.

A feeling.

A memory that doesn’t ask permission.

A moment that returns

exactly as it was.

For a few seconds

you’re not here anymore.

You’re there again.

And it’s strange how something so small

can carry so much life inside it.

Maybe memories don’t really fade.

Maybe they just wait

for the right moment

to find us again.

— Fuerpa Slow Journal