What do you do with all of the people you have
Loved (and not)
Where do they go once you say goodbye maybe
It might not have even started with a hello
Could have been a nod
or a closed lip, no teeth, how-shall-we-do-this-thing-do-you-even-wanna-do-this-thing-I-think-I-might-wanna-do-this-thing smile
Where are you supposed to put these people
out of sight, out of mind?
Tuck ‘em away until one day they come back? Do they ever
When you drive past a sign or see a color or hear a song, a name, a last name, the backside of someone’s head that looks faintly familiar, the smell of a cologne or perfume but
not Le Labo because everyone smells like that.
And like that —
here they are.