My memory of you is a kaleidoscope.
My memory of you feels like soft velvet couches and a shag carpet that should have been washed months ago. It tastes like candied smoke and sweet summer fruit. It sounds like a chorus of angels singing over the chatter of people who can’t hear them. My memory of you looks like a full moon and the glimmer of stars teasing through a blanket of fog. It smells like traces of marijuana and fresh cut grass. My memory of you is a kaleidoscope of images showing me a new dimension that I hope we’ll meet on some day.