Reminiscence

Reminiscence

Is an

Imaginary friend

With a familiar smell

Neither good nor bad

A gentle touch

A comfort held

Like the last scrap

Of an old blanket

A soft toy

Carried by a child

Clasped tightly

In a tiny hand

Even in sleep

Until on a day

Of slow decomposition

It simply melts

Into the background

A companion so real

Is never completely

Forgotten

Waiting in the wings

For a curtain call

A cue

A song, a view

Memories not lost

But misplaced

Once unearthed

Can be intoxicating

A little intimidating

Mildly irritating

When they interfere

Get in the way

Of the day to day

Lost in dreams

Is not as welcome

As it seems

In an old love song

When it settles unasked

Without invocation

Breathless suffocation

For a heartbeat

Until recognised

It is only reminiscing

Which was

Truly sadly missing

Until the moment it was found

In a taste

A smell

A sound.