Certain songs
trigger the past
bend and break
lyrics reverberate
I remember the snap
an iodine stained hand
lonely index finger
with a damaged thumb
I still see the blue walls
colder than snowflaked ground
the breath leaving your body
with minimal sound
when certain songs
trigger the past
there is no escape
history shackles you
to relive the pain
sometimes
I miss my Dad
get flashbacks of the decay
I witnessed and smelled
there is nothing complex
in this poem
I wish I could hear
your voice today
simply that
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