Memories

Memory is a cruel bastard. It keeps tipping things my way - often out of the blue. I suddenly get a moment in a day with you. Just a sense, you understand. Nothing more. A glimpse of sky or a song on the radio. But so long - so long ago. I should be filled with joy, for they seem like happy days, but instead I have a sense of loss. Of people, things and times to which I can never return. So much of it gone. As long as you are around, there's something. But one day... Well. All I'll have is fading memories and a headful of songs.