today i picked up a bottle
that which revealed the feelings I had bottled
is it the smell of lilacs or lemon mint i can not tell
i had left everything behind, perhaps, I thought,
I thought, perhaps, I was fine with the past, but.
it smells like cool rainy blue
it smells crushed watermelon red
it smells like crisp leaves orange
it smells like cozy cocoa brown
I probably have the flu
or maybe I flew too far from home
i tried to remember to forget
but soon I’ll forget to remeber
memories. are fading into memories.
i stay in the shadows of this place they claim to be home.
i despise the colors of this place they claim to be home.
i hate the sounds of this place they claim to be home.
i loathe the smells of this place they claim to be home.
i reminisce the “there, there” from my mother’s voice
where is my “there, there”-my pat on my back
today i picked up a bottle
that which revealed the feelings i had bottled
it smelled of neither flowers nor citrus
no, it smelled like Home.
