I live In the 5 senses

 i hear you crying for me in the night

your parted lips moan in agony 

but i’m not coming back to you.

instead i’ll hover over you gently,

pull the covers over your chest 

and kiss your forehead the way you liked it. 

i see you looking for me in between the flowering fields

and the spring that has begun to emerge.

your eyes darting from every place i once stood to the other.

but i won’t resuscitate. 

instead i’ll tend to the petals and buds, 

grow your favorite herbs and fruits

and leave them all on your kitchen table.

i feel you reaching for me, 

desperate hands trying to return me to you.

they mean well

you have been running your fingers along other people’s skin

and through their hair in search of someone that feels just like me.

but i’ll stand firmly and brush your fingers off tenderly. 

instead i’ll send you my sensation in a dream.

i know you taste me in the strawberries you picked 

they remind you of my lips,

soft and sweet and delicate. 

but they won’t ever kiss yours again. 

instead i’ll surround you by the sun’s rays

that will playfully kiss your skin, my golden boy. 

my scent lingers on your sheets and in the corners of your room, 

you know it does. 

you’ve bought countless candles to try to find the one that matches mine

but you never can and i will never come back to those rooms. 

instead i’ll send my scent in the breeze, 

so that it will keep me alive in your mind even after

the seasons change and the  months have passed. 

-c.s-m