Losing Memories

My room has never been this quiet

I can hear the dust collecting on the fridge that doesn't work

I can hear the candle burning

I can hear my ears working

but I still hear nothing when I listen for your voice

Just myself thinking that if I were to hear you

I think I wouldn't believe my ears

I thought I'd give anything for quiet

I think I told myself

I was losing my mind from the noise

But there's a sound the quiet makes now

More disquieting than your scream

losing memories begins and end with the senses

Only my sense of you is going too

My sense of you is going too