I can be

existing,

going normally

about my day,

living in the present

until

I hear something

and I'm plunged

right back into

those moments,

the feelings rushing back,

and it's like

I've never moved on.

I'm still there.

that's the thing

people don't tell you

about having a great memory.

the way that

the brain can conjure

such vivid images,

can perfectly recreate

the sinking in my chest

with the single utter

of a single word.