By Tina Rego
I hear your voice
without a pain in my chest
my ears are over you
I see your face
without hurting inside
my eyes are over you
I smell your cologne
without remembering you
my nose is over you
I remember your touch
without dying inside
my skin is over you
I remember your taste
without breaking down
my mouth is over you
I remember it all
without bleeding out
my heart is over you
Of course you know
that none of this is true
I don’t think my senses
will ever be over you
Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing, SNHU Student