Sometimes....

Sometimes..a song.. a phrase..the little things..take me back ..back down memory roads so long traveled..sometimes

Sometimes a memory 
just has a way of creeping up on me...
some are smooth as can be..
like you waiting at the hayride for me...
sunset and bonfire...
ya sometimes....
others can be a bit cruel..
something you get used to...
those you dont dwell on...
like the last goodbye...
the lonely nights..
ya sometimes..
Sometimes a memory, likes to slip up on me..
take me down roads so long a go..
brings songs in my head..
reminds me of things I said..
or didnt...
ya sometimes...
Sometimes I can recall..
running down the hall...
finding out that we were now three...
remember how it overwhelmed me..
how it rocked my knees...
ya sometimes...
Sometimes a memory has a way of creeping up on me...
ya sometimes.........

Author's Note

Not all will enjoy a brief tag along on my journey..but some will...