By- Traci Taylor
Walking down the streets of cobblestone,
the bitter cold air burst with a recognized scent.
Suddenly the mind drifts back to a different time.
The senses have a power over the emotions
that can replay vivid memories within an instant.
A home that no longer exists remains in certain familiar ways.
With eyes closed images take over the imagination
and the elegant smiles fade in as quickly as they fade out.
Holding on to the past is only poetic if it is left to remain there.