Senses hold the best memories
I sometimes find myself driving by the beach
and getting the smell of the air
and I remember sitting there with old friends
and family
I see the mountains with their grand splendor
and think back to the beautiful lake we camped on when I was a kid
I feel my girlfriends touch
and I remember every intimate moment spent with her. Every touch before
I hear her sing and I am reminded of the power of a choir
I taste my mothers cooking and I remember my grandmother and her homemade baking
My senses bring back memories that make me want to cry because I miss them and they make me happy.
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darksideofmeposted on 06/23/2008
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