Hello?
The hearing is the last to go.
Hello?
I think I’m talking
But I’m thinking I’m talking
I’m not talking.
A crisp packet rustling
They’re eating
Watching
Dining chairs in the bedroom
Slurping cups of tea. Waiting.
I think I loved them
We were close
But now letting go
A fly’s wings too close to my ear
A distant siren
The hearing is the last to go
A whisper in my ear
‘I love you ‘
Who was that ?
If I could open lids too heavy
I could see
But I hear sniffles
And a bumble bee
And day time tv.
Then the silence of the
Deepest depth of the sea.