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?