Coming to Your Senses

My Broken Heart

I see you everywhere;
everything around me
reminds me of you.

I long to touch you again,
just a simple hug
or to hold your hand.

I wish I could smell your cologne
one last time breathe in
your signature scent.

I dream of the taste of your kiss
and how your lips awakened
my passion.

I can hear your voice
whispering how much you love me
until I wake up.

But you’ve come to your senses
and left me to make sense
of your absence.

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