tinnitus

Wispings, tinglings,
flushes, wooshes,
shudders, beeps,
ticks, and long beams...

Oh hearing,
where did you go?

Clear and calm,
far reaching through the walls —
no more.

Grief comes somewhat
like the signals of
tinnitus;
Asymmetric signals
of living on,
yet remembering how it was.

To cope,
to continue living brightly,
is perhaps to hear clearly
in spite of some signals;
To attune even closer
to what is here.

And through this attunement,
perhaps to even realise
that nothing is lost
after all.