Ghosts Poem by Maximus D. Redwood

Long forgotten, but still there.
The ghosts still linger in the back of my mind and pop up only when—
When something is familiar to them.
The ghosts, they flood my senses.
They bring me back to there,
Where they were created.
The smell of there invades my nose,
The sight blinds my eyes,
The sounds hurt my ears,
The taste does all the same
Because we're there again.

The memories haunt us,
But we're not truly there.