MEMORIES

Memories,
I see them,
I feel them
Flip through my eyes they do.
Like wings on breeze;
A scent drifts up.
Delicious,dreaded,wanted.
A soothing balm to the scars.
A haunted face in the dark.
Johnson it is called;
That which brings back memories.
Long gone,long forgotten.
Days away,years a washed.
How dare thy come torment thee?!
Like a cream it slides on my skin.
Like a wonderful perfume it scents in the air.
I sniff, I inhale.....MEMORIES