torn away from
branches come fall,
the smell of your favorite
dish cooking on the stove,
the touch of your
sweet lover's hand on the
nights when the snow is thick,
the little moments
you wish you could
immortalize and add
to an ever-growing
journal of your best experiences,
and worst grievances.
The sight of them
alone is not
enough, to satisfy the deep
chasm in your being,
the void in your life that still
needs filling.
Five senses to stimulate,
five senses to feed,
five senses to invigorate,
five senses to support,
five senses to fill you.
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