Dandelion Souls

You still remember her. Her smile, slightly sad as it was. Those pale, pastel summer dresses she simply adored, all flower hats and soft curls. It was on quiet rainy days when you remembered those snippets of peace. Those strange and small forgotten memories nestled out of sight, drenched in a warm sepia filter that nothing bad could ever touch. Promises of a bright future and a loving mother. You could only ever compare it to a warm blanket just out of the dryer, soft and comfortably toasty. But then it turns cold and sour.... and you're suddenly aware of what you lack. Even worse, that you'll never have it again. It was just a memory to remember. And sometimes you wish you could forget her.