A Lonely Summer

If I used to close my eyes
I would still hear
muffled voices.

If I used to sleep at night
I would still see
faces.

If I used to shout out loud
I would still hear
echoes.

But the echo has grown so faint.
These ears strain to hear again.
These eyes see only nothingness.
This place is as a ghost.

If I used to be alone
I would still insist on it.

If I used to laugh or cry
I would still be
comforted.

If I used to stare
out the window
I'd take in the silence.

But no, things have changed.
My sight is all faded.
Color comes with you
and you've been gone so long.