Sense

The unique pungence of the wax crayons in the basement

Laying atop the notorious canary pad of paper

The warmth sinking deep into your skin

The love does too

Schmaltz and Matzo balls

Your grandfather’s hands and fingernails

Your grandmother’s brunch

Seemingly grand at the ripe old age of

four 

The teacup with the sweater-wearing bears

The mess hall at camp

Made you nostalgic about summers

That hadn’t even passed

The cologne of the person

Who became home faster than

Blood rushes to the cheeks

The snug stench of the freshman dorm

Decrepit sophomore year apartment

Sweetness hung in the air kissing the

Dusty air vents, banana muffins, rotting vegetables

An unbreakable friendship broke but

Karaoke was too loud

The sense of belonging