Senses

Senses

I don’t know how to handle
the words I hear.

(time)

They drifted into memory
as you locked yourself away
from my sight.
But I hear them
again and again
as they replay themselves in my mind.

(time)

I can’t see you
But you are near.

(time)

The tears of hopelessness flow.
salt
mixed with bitterness of rejection—
all I can taste
since dinner
like our soul
grows cold with absence.

(time)

The bed is empty
Your pillows and your scent are gone.

(time)

The vastness
of the space where I lay
envelopes me with harsh emptiness.
The pillow is soft
The blanket is warm
But I feel nothing
without you
by my side.