Memories talk to us behind mirrors,
A wrinkle by the eye, floorboards creaking.
Another breath, nostalgia.
Two seconds move forward like a train track with no end, A train wreck with no fence to hold its home.
We smile because we have to. Tongue touching teeth,
Gum stuck like leaves
That wish they were trees.
It only makes sense that
We laugh when it rains on us.