Finally, one of my own poems:

I think that I would call
nostalgia a taste, or a touch.
Sadness, a look.
Anger, a flavor
that permeates and overwhelms.
Loneliness, a half-hearted gesture;
fear, a deep sigh;
remembrance, a breath.
Reverence, a tuned ear,
awe, a minute without blinking.
Redemption, a parting of lips;
connection, a hand opening.