Healing from him leaving (Poem)

I listened to the wind 
I listened to the birds 
I listened to the cars passing by 
I listened to the alarms go off 
I listened to the beat of the drums 
I listened to the strum of the guitar 
I listened to your sister's voice 
I listened to my dad's singing and my mom's crying 
I listened to the snap of a container closing 
I listened to the slam of the car door 
And the soft pitter patter of rain 
I listened 
I thought if I opened my ears and shut my mouth 
I’d hear the whisper of your voice
The hum in your throat  
The sound of your heartbeat 
Like a frog stuck in my throat 
Like a head cold I can’t knock 
I was sinking into quicksand, hoping you’d come and pull me out 
You’d be so close, I could feel you 
I listened for a fraction
A second? A millisecond? 
A minute? An hour? A lifetime? 
I tried using echolocation to find out where you went 
I chased skipped stones on the lake 
And every silver car just because I thought you were in it
You always said blue and red cars were bad luck 
I went down to your bedroom
I ran my hands along the dust-covered nic-nacks 
I sneezed
After that, I thought it best that I didn’t go down there anymore
I took a shower and cleared my head
I moved my body out of the house
I no longer waited for the headlights in the front window
I put my headphones in

I stopped waiting for you