First Thing To Go

First thing to go was the sound of his voice-I
It echoes still, I’m sure but I can’t hear it
Was it gentle or cold? Or maybe just noise-I
Had heard what I wanted, until
I couldn’t
And I
Scared to lose
What’s left of
You
Time moves slow, I just talk to myself, I
Finish my own sentences, the way
You used to
Why do memories glow the way real moments don’t? I, my altar is full
Of all love’s delusion
And I
Hmmm
And I
Hmmm
And I
Scared to lose
And I
What’s left of you
Should forget
And I
Love what’s left
First thing to go was the sound of his voice