Could You Make Me a Cup of Tea

So it happened. You heard a song, and it took you twenty paces back. Maybe it's not the right time to swallow down memories and feelings and faces. To imagine that your pillow still smells like him, to pull out those creased notes from the bottom of the sock drawer and read it out loud to yourself. It's a good feeling though, to know that enough time has passed that you can afford to look back for a little while. It's only a moment of realizing that you will be ok, that you're almost ok, and you can afford to crack down the middle for just a microscopic moment. Melancholy. All beautiful things in life are melancholy.