Involuntary Reminiscing
A Poem with Music by Ralph Serpe
There’s a journey I take sometimes,
To the darkened lights in my mind,
Where the senses of the heart are provoked.
By a song, a photograph, a salty ocean breeze,
Memories are invoked.
Withered fragments of days long gone,
Lovers, friends, angry faces,
Too long I linger here,
It’s acidic, poignant,
Wrong.
If I had a choice, I would not go,
I’d flee,
But a chain reaction thus unfolds,
Reminiscing,
Involuntary.
Once latent feelings,
A doorway opened by a simple scent,
Untangled, unbent.
They laugh at me,
They cry with me,
They are FURIOUS WITH ME!
THEY ARE LOUD!
And sometimes so soft, so incredibly peaceful,
And gentle.
If I had a choice, I would not go,
But all these things, they make it so.