Can you hear the silence of this old house, it often speaks. Not much.
But since I'm alone, I only hear my heart. Bump-bump bump-bump I count aloud in my empty house.  The silence brings so much to my head at once. It's only a matter of time before I give up. No. I can't. Not like this. Who will watch the clock that ticks and tocks?
Who will walk the floor that once filled more, more than just me.
I don't know if you hear the silence of this old house. But I do. And I want out.