Senses

The rain beat down on the roof
As the clapping of a choir of angels
I sat in the dark room
Hearing the chimes of silver bells
My hear beat in unison
With the singing of the choir
I sat silent
Listening to the crackling of the fire

Sitting alone in the cold room
The taste of old wine sour on my tongue
Memories of laughter running through my mind
Then all the songs I have ever sung
I sit here alone
Rocking in my chair
Seeing the candles slowly burn
Eating the grainy pear

Smells engulf me
The fresh crisp air
The burning embers
The rose shampoo in my hair
My last memories
Alone
Deserted
Losing everything I have known