when you talk about certain lives

especially the ones you've lived.
it's hard not to smell them.
or hear their music. 
like they are behind you.

hindsight is bullshit.
memories are supernatural.
loves are ghosts.
and now is the only thing.

remember that spring?
of course you don't.
but I remember when Obama.
was elected to a second term. 

and I bet you do, too. 
I wish I could smell that night.
visit it for an hour.
just observe like Scrooge. 

when you talk about certain lives.
especially the ones we've lived.
it is hard not to stand still.
and look at the river.