senses: time capsules

Our memories smell like 
show cigarillos 
Our memories taste like 
the sweat on your skin 
Our memories sound like 
every song on the tip of my tongue 
Our memories feel like 
your strands twirling themselves 
Between my index and thumb.

​Last night i saw you in a dream.

I tried to forget,
But my senses 
Have no sense of time. 
They hold onto you
Even though I've let you go.