Departing Love

My hearing is gone

I can no longer listen

Your voice is not heard

The music no longer plays

Softening of footsteps in the distance

The gentle rustle of leaves in a tree

Active children at the playground

The static noise of nothingness

I hear nothing

I’m deaf now

My ears have died

It is my eyes that now listen

© 2007 David Greg Harth

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