Senses
Everything is a smaller symbol for something bigger
until it cannot get any bigger
and it's you
I can taste his regret
sweet and thick as maple syrup
it stays in my mouth like that
taste in the morning, dry, and stale
I can smell his determination
it comes in wafts
powerful and clean like mint
I can misunderstand his hope
and get it all confused and tangled within mine
I can feel this fading
an ice cube in my palm
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