When the Five Senses Hit Home
Whenever I walk past my room, I can still hear my parents yelling,
Even if it's the crack of dawn and neither of them are home.
Whenever I walk into my kitchen, I can still smell the alcohol reek,
From the bottle my parents drank years ago.
Whenever I eat, I can still taste the ice cream my parents bought
As they explained that the flaming love they had, burned out.
Whenever I touch someone, I can still feel my father's hug
While he whispered goodbye with a luggage in his other hand.
Whenever I find an old photo, I can still see how times used to be
When Mom loved Dad and Dad loved Mom.
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