My room is a mess and my heart is heavy.
I recently found a bird I forgot I buried.
This all reminds me of an old love I still carry.
Anesthesia is leaving my body bit by bit
And I start hearing your voice in every word I say.
It was so peaceful. And steady.
And then it was not.
And now I hate the sound of it because it reminds me of ...
And then nothing.
No memories.
No sounds.
You're nowhere to be found.















