A Wrench Jammed in Gears I Had Forgotten

People get stuck,
Trapped,
Snared in the webbing
We unconsciously weave.
Maybe they're not there in person,
And it's just a fading memory,
But they can still pull
And ache your heart.
So you might
Have smoothed the image of him
You hold in you head;
You might have forgotten
Exactly how he smelled,
Or the precise sound of his laugh,
He still stays with you
In some ethereal, unreal way
Even after the real him
Cut himself from your life
Without an "Adieu"
Or a "I'm sorry; I can't-"
So with that particular song on the radio
On that particular street
In this one city,
An old red Jeep Cherokee
Has reduced me to tears.