I hate the sounds that I am hearing,
These sounds they haunt me so.
These sounds are sad, and make me frown,
These sounds are sounds of letting go.

An airplane has the sound of leaving,
A faucet, one of running (away),
The fridge reminds me of standing still,
Lost for words with none to say.

The floor, it creaks, but not as much,
‘Cause now it’s only my feet left
You aren’t around, and the lack of you
Has taken sound; committed theft.