Now That You’re Gone

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.