I Confess ... to being insignificant

Insignificant Sensations, By: AC
The feeling of your arms around me
Linger on my skin.
The scent of your cologne
Dance on my sweaters.
I can hear the beautiful heart beat
Synchronizing with mine.
The taste of your pink lips against mine
pressed so harmoniously
makes me dream of our future.
..A future that is now left senseless...
I never thought these feelings would even be left behind
I never imagined you leave without a good-bye.
What my ears would not do to hear those two words.
These sensations now become memories.
Did not know my sense did not deserve one last stimulation.
Left abandoned and forgotten...
Insignificant Sensations.