I can't fathom it

When I close my eyes, darkness aggravates.
For colours, my eyes do not anticipate.
It all feels like yesterday.
Why does it have to be this way?
I can’t fathom it.
When I smell rose, I felt your scent.
Why is the fragrance now absent?
Why does your absence feel so evident?
Why does your presence feel so antecedent?
I can’t fathom it.
When I remember you, I can’t scamper into your arm.
For love, what is lost is only the charm.
Why do memories sometimes not compensate?
Why don’t my mind and heart resonate?
I can’t fathom it.