Minds

How the mind works, often in strange ways, a scent a smell, a glance, triggers a long forgotten memory and they all come flooding back, oh, nah, never forgotten, yet they return with all the emotions you felt at the time they were made, yet they return with less and less pain, and the essence of what was remains, the kind words, the touch of thought, of heart, the time she picked me up and washed my wounds, listened to my stories and smiled, told me life would be "ok" Then slowly I watched her own scars she kept hidden from the world heal one by one, from a simple time of sharing the thoughts that held us captive to dreams that can never be dreams of what life should be for two so well matched. Then we learned to accept what life did offer, that to bring pain to others so close was not the way, and through the years now apart, the memories of her still have a way of touching my heart, she still brings a smile with each distant recurring thought she will forever be my bossette <3