Isn't it funny how I thought I was over you?

I was packing my things for a trip with a friend
when I dropped my wallet and saw that long-forgotten photo of us.
My legs started shaking, and I almost had a panic attack.

Isn't it funny how I once thought you'd be mine for eternity,
only for you to become a distant memory?

The universe keeps dropping me signs everywhere I go.
I had almost forgotten about you.
And then, on that trip,
I caught the scent of your perfume in the air on a sunny day.
It reminded me of us in July and
how freeing it felt to hold you in my arms,
to be vulnerable without fear of judgment.

I remember picking you up at the airport, and how hot the wind was.
I was driving with my windows down.
And now, summer will bring back memories of you
of your soft lips on mine,
your strong arms lifting me toward the sky,

and, for once, making me feel taller than you.

I wish this wasn't just a memory.
But at least, for a while, we were happy.