sensible

In a few months, I won't know you.
Your soul living and experiencing without mine.
In a few months, I won't hear you.
Your voice won't sing to me.
In a few months, I won't touch you.
Your fingertips won't make me flutter.
In a few months, I won't see you.
Your eyes won't lock with mine.
In a few months, I won't taste you.
Your tongue won't send sparks along mine.
In a few months, I won't feel you.
Your body won't entangle with mine.
In a few months, I won't know you.
Your body, or your mind.
In a few months, it will all be memories.
And maybe thats all it ever was.