Some are these silent memories,

The way anniversaries speak.

Holding onto something sweet,

Reflective with quiet beauty.

Once the day arrives,

All the energy weeks before,

Seems to rest in a pool

Of common misunderstanding.

Once that notalgia grounds

Itself in the moment we knew,

The other side of life returns,

A slow compelling wonder why.

Seems natural to feel the day

Drift away in passing imagination.