Sense

Do you remember how she smelled like Christmas? How she smiled like rain? Do you think of her, sometimes when snow and laundry soap fill your senses? Or when the wind catches the leaves and they laugh in your ear sing you to sleep? Maybe it's the reason your eyes cloud over when you feel silk against your fingers Because for a moment you're cradled in her arms Peter Pan and Hook tugging at your eyelashes Some bittersweet reminisce of quilted portrait frames salted tears and candy-cane red lipstick tuning your dreams And with simple twinges of regret feather-like brushes of remorse you cave collapse Wish you could remember more than a smell or a sound fainter than teardrops Wish everything didn't remind you you couldn't.