memories smell like flowers

Memories smell like flowers,

the scent tugs at your soul like a song you haven't heard in years,

it wafts through every honeycomb in your amygdala,

rolling back the tides of longing

and recovering the cave of questions.

You try to push them away,

but the aroma lingers even after they have gone,

even after they have vacated what little room you have left your heart,

they remind you of the color,

of the scenery around them,

why you hold them so dear.

Memories smell like flowers,

you remember the scent

even though they have died.