I allowed myself to forget,
forget and numb out
to the pain I never thought would come this hard
it hides itself behind simple ideas,
waiting,
waiting for the right moment to come out
when its least expected.
At this point its much too late to stop it
everything comes back at once.
The thick humidity in the hot air,
the smell of the ocean everywhere you go,
the familiar hallways I walked each day.
so many familiar places,
so many familiar scents,
so many familiar faces,
all 2,000 miles away still in the Caribbean