Our lives are full of days we cannot recall
months we can hardly remember
yet some moments leave an impression
The scent of mothballs in your grandparent's house
after a funeral, sitting in a corner in your church clothes
listening to grownups talk about suffering
The night you burned your fingertips on a grill
hair on your arm singed
bad jokes about criminal immunity
The tightness inside your chest
When aloneness overwhelmed you
clutching the part of you that hurt the most
title/inspiration from lostcauser