sometimes fact, sometimes fiction -- the shampoo
it's interesting, the memories that senses can recall. the sight of a familiar face; the sound of a song from yesteryear; the taste of a favorite dish; can all deliver to your present the circumstances from your past, when you were a different person, slightly or completely. physically, mentally, emotionally. the shampoo she left sat under his bathroom sink, not to be used until there was nothing left to use. his ran out tonight, and with the smell of this familiar shampoo he was back in her shower, in her apartment, in better times, in worse times. the last few days were worse, as he helped her pack up and clean out an apartment that held so many memories, essentially helping her to dismantle and leave a life that physically included him, for one that did not. they walked out that door one final time, departing with the best of intentions. and they never walked back.
david gray : "flame turns blue"
from the lp lost songs 95-98 (ato records, 2001)