Missing Five Senses of You
I close my eyes to think of you,
To remember why I let you go,
When we were so perfect together;
To recall why I loved you in the first place,
If I ever did love you in the past,
As I wonder if I still love you today.
I inhale the sweet memories of us,
Only to realise that I cannot remember,
The many things that connected us;
The past is a vague lifetime treasure,
Buried yet the bare look of its surface,
Robs a part of me deep inside.
I feel the softness of your hair,
Strands of you slipping between my fingers,
Like how you have let me slipped out of your life;
The soft caress of your finger touching my eyes,
Still vainly felt as I wake up each morning,
Missing your angelic sleeping face.
I hear them call out your name,
Your syrupy yet haunting piece of fame;
I used to smile but disgusted now,
Even the mere sound that reminds me of your love,
Turns me into a nauseated being,
As I remember the first time you said, “I Love You.”
I can still taste the love we once shared,
Floating and dancing in the atmosphere we’re in,
And ponder if love would ever feel this strong,
When I meet someone else in the future;
I would never love someone as much as you,
But I will love someone else differently,
Because I have loved you.
Originally written by Gina Yap Lai Yoong © Copyright 2009
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