Feeling the silk
Reminds me
Of the worn wool
Her dress was made of
Seeing the china plates
Reminds me
Of the clay bowls
I helped her make
Smelling the perfumes
Reminds me
Of the time
We picked wildflowers
Tasting the rich food
Reminds me
Of watered-down milk
That we pretended was melted chocolate
Hearing the piano
Reminds me
Of the sound of her voice
Telling me she loved me
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