What my feelings are

I am an unpacked luggage from a trip

A bittersweet mess left at the side of the room

Of clothing and items picked 

I am a hot shower in the evening

The heat plastering you with vapours of nostalgia

A vivid feeling of a vague memory

I am the smell of the past

The scent that hits you in the present

So close the door

If you don't want to feel these anymore