happily onward

i see something that reminds
me
of something.
old things, long ago.
or a smell,
or a sound
that echoes into my ear.
it's all connected
by
strange dots.
this life, this future
death.
each flower grown,
each bouquet bought.
perfume
and cards.
i see someone that reminds
me of someone.
i smile and happily
move on.