Flashback
Your touch.
Your love.
Your voice.
Comes back to me
in flashbacks.
Your pain.
Your hungry gaze.
Your possessiveness.
Comes back to me
in flashbacks.
Your anger.
Your guilt.
Your power.
Comes back to me
in flashbacks.
My brokenness.
My pain.
My memory.
Comes back to me,
In flashbacks.
Copyright © Dina Kramer | Year Posted 2017
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