Senseless

i. sight

it is the way he turns and walks away -

from you and everything

you thought you built together.

and with every step he takes a piece of you,

a piece of the forever you'd etched

into your eyelids,

until you’re nothing but an empty shell,

hollow and void.

ii. taste

it is the bitter taste

of his last kiss burning

your lips,

your throat with the acid of

his toxic tongue, whispering

his tainted, final goodbyes.

iii. sound

it is the raw, aching sobs

that shake and shatter your fragile frame;

cries that echo

under the heavy darkness of the bitter night air.

iv. touch

it is the softness of his old t-shirt

once warm and worn,

now cold and limp and

left on the floor in a heap in the corner,

where it pretends to be forgotten.

v. smell

it is the lingering scent of

the last bouquet he gave you

that is slowly rotting, slowly drying

until its smell turns sour

and it stings your nose.

vi. time

it is the

days,

weeks,

and eventually, months

that you will spend wishing

that he,

that anyone was still there.