Immortal Moments

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Mundane moments immortalized by the magic of memory

Scents of sizzling meat or certain sounds echoing in the distance

fling you back to a moment where something powerful happened

maybe the first time baking cookies, fingers covered in sticky dough

or the ache of the first heartbreak as the words fell from her lips.

Each perfectly paired with an everyday occurrence made immortal

the simple harmony of the wind whistling in the trees captured

the pitch of your body gliding through the air as the swing swung

and the smell of your shampoo still lingers in the corner of my mind

making me turn whenever the scent drifts past me in the street.

Small things, everyday things now made heavy with meaning

loaded like the loaded potatoes you loved so, and overflowing

Even the way the comforter covers my body in a cocoon of warmth

hearkens to the warmth of your back and the burning sun

and the thrum of passing music blasting callously from car window

reminds me of the way you would dance, hair catching the sunlight

certain words that I can hear almost before they are uttered

because they speak to me and we shared the 2, 3, 4 syllables like candy

even the silence of peace whispers silver tipped memory clouds

as the silent moments march in mindlessly in the forefront of my mind

regrets stuffed in turkey like stuffing and paired with crimson cranberry shame

success cookies baked with pride and packed with happy moments like chips

and cold nights constant reminders of the coldness within

everything is stored, trapped in the everyday, tickling the edges of our minds

Mundane moments immortalized by the magic of memory

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3 thoughts on “Immortal Moments

  1. “Small things, everyday things now made heavy with meaning….
    everything is stored, trapped in the everyday, tickling the edges of our minds
    Mundane moments immortalized by the magic of memory”

    I do believe those lines sum up life itself, and all that we cherish. It’s like a stroll, this write. Walking through the city, a pause here, a moment there…. Awareness of all the little meanings you find in the world around you just by remembering moments that simply stuck. Fantastic write, my friend.

    The Scribbler

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