I cannot see
The beauty that the world sees
I cannot watch magazines
And see pretty the way you see
I cannot taste
The sweetness that you pour
Like chocolate syrup over your toast
My taste buds are scoured
I cannot hear
Or I forget instantly the joke
When your humor lifts my mouth
In vain, my lips are broke
I cannot smell
The flowers you put in my hair
When we pass putrid flesh
In trash bags that rot there
I cannot feel
Your skin against mine
It was never there but I imagined
Your comforting hand intertwined
I have a heart
So I am losing my five senses
I am losing my compass
But I don’t think it was that big a loss
The beauty that the world sees
I cannot watch magazines
And see pretty the way you see
I cannot taste
The sweetness that you pour
Like chocolate syrup over your toast
My taste buds are scoured
I cannot hear
Or I forget instantly the joke
When your humor lifts my mouth
In vain, my lips are broke
I cannot smell
The flowers you put in my hair
When we pass putrid flesh
In trash bags that rot there
I cannot feel
Your skin against mine
It was never there but I imagined
Your comforting hand intertwined
I have a heart
So I am losing my five senses
I am losing my compass
But I don’t think it was that big a loss