I can’t see it:
The light in your eyes when you look at me.
I can’t smell it:
The scent of your perfume and your desire for me.
I can’t taste it:
The taste of longing after being away from you for so long.
I can’t hear it:
The joy in your voice when you call me on my cellphone.
I can’t feel it:
The touch which once lifted me off my feet now deflates me into the ground.
What’s the point?
Let’s not do this anymore.
©Ivie M. Eke 2017.