Sensory Deprivation Poem by Mary Champion
Sensory Deprivation
I cannot see you,
you are too far away,
behind too many walls.
I cannot touch you
for you are out of reach
and I am in exile.
I cannot taste you -
the sweetness on my tongue
has lost all its flavour.
I cannot smell you -
the aftershave you wore
has gone out of fashion.
So why,
when I am alone
in silent reverie,
can I still hear your voice
whispering my name?
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