The Five Senses of Doubt
How do you expect me to be faithful
When I open my eyes and you’re never there?
When I draw in the air around my nostrils,
Filling my lungs
But there is no scent of you to be found.
When I unconsciously wait for your sound waves
To vibrate against my eardrums
But all I’m stuck with is the incessant ringing.
When I want to cling to you so dearly, to be reassured by your warmth
But I meet nothing in my disappointed fingers.
When I expect to taste the saltiness on my lips after a peck on your cheek
But I am flooded with the salty tears that question your existence.
How do you expect me to be faithful?
Love me, you say.
Trust me, you say.
I cannot trust this flesh, it’s deceiving.