Little Things

Days like today
are few,
Quite unexpectedly
Something
Reminds me of you.
Usually
The memory will sting,
Remembering
Some ugly little thing
Inflicted
By you, to embarrass me.
A demand
You would make to harass me,
Then
Like a bolt from the blue
A forgotten
Memory of a different you.
A tender
Young man vowing to be true,
Playing
Silly games with your Girls,
Kissing
Stroking, silken curls,
A thing
You soon outgrew.
As I said,
Days like today are few...