Repeat

Until that lunch when we broke out some MREs
you had never told me all those memories.
There are years you'd probably never even think about
if they weren't arranged in layers in the closets of this house.
And I never really realized just how far my poems go back,
but there were quite a few scattered through that schoolwork stack.
The smell of drying leaves and dryer sheets
brings me back to university.
And then there's all the warmth and chill I can remember
when I hear the song I played on repeat last November.