Sometimes your memories creep into my uninterrupted journey.
Memories that I have left scurried away, memories that do not matter, nor do I care.
In an infinite universe your name lingers and surprises me at the most inopportune time.
Your voice echoes in the sky, your names shows up in a flower, you are here and I just want you to be nowhere.
As I sit to get a cup of coffee, a few hellos, a couple of goodbyes and there you are lingering in my heart, or is it my mind?
Trickles fall in the cup below, and I look away at the killer sunset, at the people walking by, at the people that seem no to care about this that I live everyday.
