Some crisp and clear
Others shadowy and slithering.

I can lose great chunks of time
Lost in a memory reverie
Eyes closed,
Sights, sounds, smells, tastes & touches seem real
The flush of emotion
Creating joy and excitement inside

The unsettling flutters of dissonant memories
That disturb the status quo
The realization of patterns, unnoticed at the time,
The shoulda, woulda, coulda of regret

The finiteness of time and opportunity
Juxtaposed against the infinity of possibility