Your things

So many times in a day
I come across your things
A word you said someday
A phrase you think is funny and overly use
An act of someone unaware I notice
And I remember how you did the same
While I gathered memories along the way

So many times in a day
While I drift through all these people I see
Blank stares and fleeting smiles
The nodding and the reading
The pointless talking
Fussing about making a living

While my mind is elsewhere
One of those ‘you’ things pop up
And there I am
Happy, smiling, content for a while

My day, a little better now.