the sense of you

touch me before I am no longer smooth
before my hair’s all grey
and lines are wrinkles instead of being crossed

listen to me before my voice grows fragile
before my words become memories
you try to recall

see me the way you met me
and saw light in my eyes
before they grow dull and sunken

inhale me so you don't forget
and in unexpected moments
you catch a hint of me in a fleeting breeze

harbor the flavor of your first taste
and reminisce when you hunger
and I'm not there

but know even when I no longer remember your face and call you the wrong name
i’ll have done the same for you
and some part of me
will always recognize the sense of you