Misplaced memories
Where did they all go?
A color and a smell
Bringing them back
For a short time
A face that looks familiar
A glance in a room full of people
Misplaced memories
Like a box full of snap shots
Each one has a voice
A place in history
A smell that lingers
So long ago in Venice
Looking down from a bridge of tears
At the gondola as you journey by
That sunny day in Florence
Each building had a mark
The flood from a century before
David standing so proud
Made form an idealistic icon
In your own image
Standing in front of a statue
In Rome amongst the ruins
The Pope addressing ten thousand strong
Each time seeing you for the first time
Memories misplaced in time
A color and a smell
The nostalgic shape of the familiar
A perfume that lingers
In Paris at Notre Dame
The choir sings
At the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam
The color did glow
Where the wall once stood in Berlin
And soldiers once stared each other down
Each time seeing you for the first time
Holding you near
Even though you’re gone
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