The Senses (Over You)


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

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