When Sinus leaves
your Sense of Smell defunct
Yet you can still feel her afrobuns' scent
somehow dancing and lurking in the wind
When you sit in the sun
to think about Her
Only for those memories to melt
through the windows of your eyes instead
Why does looking at Her pictures
Leaves you blindly infatuated
Yet you still enjoy, losing yourself
in the depths of her Eyes
and the landscape of her soul
When loud earphones pour
loud music into your ears
but you can still her her voice
dancing in your eardrums
When that cold bath
meant to soothe
your heartburn
and wash away
those unrequited thoughts
leaves your drowning
in tearful flashbacks
of Her essence, instead