10 cents says scent is the strongest sense.
For now you're just someone who lives in my past tense.
Although none of this makes any sense, these dreams still hold dominance over my residence.
Brilliance abundance of remembrance,  you keep me in bed.
Breathing in nonsense. My mind, an absence.
I'm stuck between the smell and the linger of something that has gone and went.
But it thrives in essence, and chooses to make a mess of all my senses.
Then the snow fell. And the car slid. I'm still overlooking fences.