I was music, but she couldn't hear.
I was with her, but she was never near.
I was art, but she couldn't see.
I was plan A but later moved to B.
I was sweet, but she couldn't taste.
I was treasure but treated like waste.
I was an aroma, but she couldn't smell.
I was in so much pain, but I'm doing well.
I was in love, but she couldn't feel.
I was hurt, and now I heal.
The Senses Of Heartbreak
Published by Family Friend Poems September 2016 with permission of the Author.
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