Two Sentence Tuesday #8

She loitered at the edge of the festivities, perfecting the art of invisibility. That, to her, was a cakewalk next to joining in the celebration. 

Associative Memory

Associative Memory

By Brandon Palzkill

Strange, how a simple song

Can trigger

A rush of vivid memories

Two or more minutes long,

I figure,

Yet everything comes back to me.

Such a joyous affair,

honoring

the vows of those who came before.

Happiness everywhere,

and we’d sing

for an hour or three or four.

Lost are those distant days,

when I hit

those strings with jubilant fingers,

Quickly, they went away,

and I sit,

here and now, while the past lingers.