Senses

Memories

Come flooding back to me—

Movies in my mind,

Photographs for my eyes to see.


Noise—just noise—

Voices, music, shouting in my ears.


There’s joy.

There’s hurt.

Happiness, trauma.

Pain and fear.


A fragrant perfume

Tickles my nose.


The gentlest touch

Of hands once held

Whispers across my skin.


My senses awaken—

All at once.


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