REMINISCE

Maybe one day,you'll hear faint notesdancing in the breeze,A quiet spectral songand you'll think of me. Or maybe seethe fringeof a white silken ribbon,  Unraveling..... Revealing somethingin a memory,Of shimmery pink andvelvet maroon. Possibly,The emptiness might fill you,Like water rushing into overwhelm and drown;Or perhaps,Become an annoying ache,briefly before fading away. Though, what should it matter?For the past containsthe ghosts of yesterday.Harmlessly haunting usfor a few moments....  Before yeilding to today.