"To You From My 5 Senses"
A Poem By Siarra Kidd
Taste
I've wanted to talk to you all day
but what's the point anyway
When someone else is on your mind,
feeling the touch of your lips
on the tip of their tongue
Smell
I used to carry your scent with me
everywhere that I went
It was comforting in a way
but now it has faded
Sound
I want to call you right now,
but I know that you won't pick up
Do you remember when I used to call you
just to hear your voicemail?
It was good until you told me to stop calling
and to quit wasting your time
Touch
Do you remember when we would
spend the night on top of the old
elementary school?
We would lay there and talk for hours
while tracing each other's names in the sky
When you left,
I used to question why I still carved your name
into trees that you would never see
Sight
As we stood there
your eyes were so empty
No longer full, no longer radiating
Now all I can do is sleep,
dream about you,
wake up,
and do nothing about it.