At what cost?
When once my soul was housed in flesh
my eyes could weep.
A memory came to me, fresh
of when "smell" was a sensation
and not merely a concept
I see it, I understand it, I perceive it
but I know that I am missing
I cannot experience
I cannot begin
What am I now?
Where have "I" gone?
I live on, but what cost?
I recall, but I don't rememeber
I know but I didn't learn
Is the fragrence real
or a memory inserted in my thoughts
by a part of me no longer "real"?
I long for what I no longer believe
as the flower dies.
2013/07/09 inspired by Whiskey Monday's image