Mhmmmm... Ahhhhh... I didn't know it was a memory... while it was happening. The window was open. The room was warm. Someone was talking in the kitchen. A cup was standing half full on the table. Nothing special. Nothing important. At least... that's what I thought. Mhmmmm... Before the day was gone... I should have looked a little longer. Stayed a little closer. Listened without thinking about what came next. Before the day was gone... I didn't know how much of it I would carry with me. Ahhhhh... Mhmmmm... We always think we'll remember the big things. The birthdays. The journeys. The moments everyone takes pictures of. But somehow... it's the little things that return. The sound of a chair moving across the floor. A familiar voice from another room. The way the light fell across someone's face. The way somebody said: I'm here. Mhmmmm... Before the day was gone... the world was ordinary. And maybe... that's what made it beautiful. No warning. No music. No sign saying: Remember this. Just life... quietly happening. Ahhhhh... Mhmmmm... Maybe that's why some memories surprise us. They wait for years. Then one smell... one song... one evening light... and suddenly... we are there again. For just a moment. Same room. Same voice. Same feeling. And the strange thing is... we never knew we were saying goodbye to that version of the world. Mhmmmm... Before the day was gone... I wish I'd known. Not so I could stop it. Not so I could hold on. Just so I could be there... completely. Ahhhhh... So today... I looked out the window a little longer. I let the coffee grow cold. I listened until the story was finished. I stayed when I could have left. Because maybe... this ordinary day is already becoming something I'll miss. Mhmmmm... Ahhhhh... Before the day is gone... look around. Listen. Stay. Because sometimes... the moments we barely notice... are the ones that never leave us. Ahhhhh... Mhmmmm... I didn't know it was a memory... while it was happening. This time... maybe I will. Mhmmmm... Ahhhhh...
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