Undesirable Memories
I see , I hear , I smell , I taste , I fear.
I see him around,
Even though the winter is gone
It is just something
He had done.
I heard his voice,
As if he is singing that song
It feels just like the first time
Standing there playing the guitar.
I smell that perfume,
The one impregnated in my cloth
I smell it thanks to the wind
That one door that took the breath
Away from me.
I taste the lips of the angel,
The one who came above me
And the hug of a bear
Holding me so tight
I could finally feel safe.
I fear that it is the devil inside,
And for him to control my mind
But most of all I fear
I could never forget
His breathing.
--mayaragaray
