I wrote this piece recently. It’s about this girl (but isn’t it always).

My sense of touch is for your fingers

My eyes are to look upon your face

My ears are to hear your sweet whispers

Such sweet lips I still can taste

My nose is to take a whiff of your fragrance

It still intoxicates my system

But I’ve lost you forever and lost my chance

All I have now are moments of her, moments together I still miss them.