Saturated

When the good memories hit
They snap against my skin
like brittle plastic
Sun-bleached and weathered
Tiny shards
Scattered across the lawn

When the good memories hit
Your voice sounds warm and full
like a dad
Not just a father
Your pride
Flowing across the phone line

When the good memories hit
The music plays
like a movie script ending
Sepia-drenched and curling
At the corners
Saturated sentiments