I can't hear you

Not a single word you say

Nothing you strive to explain

Is ever understood.

I can't see you.

Not a flicker of color.

All your motions and appearances

Are hidden from me.

I can't feel you.

Not a tiny patch of skin.

Your texture and quality

Isn't even in my mind.

I can't smell you

Not an enticing whiff

Your fragrance is denied to me

In every single way.

But I understand you.

Every little way.

And I hate to think that deja vu

Could get in the way.

-San Carpenter