I cannot smell - for all aromas have ceased without your smoke and cinnamon scent. I cannot taste - for the food turns to ashes on my tongue in solidarity with what we had. I cannot hear - for when I listen to the wind I am deafened by the absence of your voice. I cannot see - for when I wake my sight blurs with tears and visions of your eyes. I cannot feel - for everything inside me is dead without your touch to bring it to life. Like an oracle stripped of prophecy - I am lost and senseless without you.
