Inside

My teacher said it right when she said you can feel it in the air- when you return back to your hometown that holds so many memories with someone you once loved. It feels....
Comfortable.
Easy.
Don't roll the window down because then your other senses will join.
You don't merely feel it anymore.
You taste it.
You hear it.
You smell it.
And then, the memories appear so fiercely until they are all you can think about.
You are suddenly on your couch with him, watching his favorite movie.
You are sitting across from him at a restaurant. Silence consumes the table because you are his best friend and he is yours and there is no need for words.
You are at his house, watching his little brother, sister, cousin playing in the yard.
And then it's too much.
It becomes all you can see through the tears that fall on to the leather seats of the car that used to carry a passenger.
All you can hear through the broken memories of the sweet words he used to say to you.
All you can feel through your broken hands as they grip the steering wheel tight.
So please, don't roll the window down. It's easier this way.
Easier to forget.
Easier to be numb.
Keep the window up, my dear.