I can.

I can touch it, grasp it in my hand.

Feel it in my bones to the surface of my very skin.

Does it bother you that I know?

That I can recite it by heart

The pain you feel

The blood you spill

Does it bother you that I know all you are?

I can taste it still

I remember all it was

Can you feel it though?

Or have you already given up?