Inside My Memories

City lights and jazz in the air

the smell of smoke in my hair,

the first scent of a lit cigarette

are memories I just can’t forget.

Coppertone still fills my head

reminds me of things you said.

A time of day still makes me smile,

our hearts store them like a file.

Forgotten like a vapor’s mist

don’t mean that they don’t exist.

 A song or smell has a knack

of snapping us so quickly back,

at any given time you see

I can find you in my memories.

Ah, yes the smell of smoke in my hair

I close my eyes and find you there.

Keri London

2011©

I originally wrote this one  on my http://dianereedwiter.wordpress.com   blog today, but really felt that it belonged here.

2011©