A Deaf Man's Thoughts

I took it for granted— all the things that were once normal to me, second nature even. First it was my sight. I couldn't see the beautiful sky when the sun rose and set. But most importantly, I couldn't see you. Your auburn hair, your delicate lips, your porcelain face, those piercing teal eyes that reached deep into my soul. But it was okay because at least I had my other senses. At least I still had you. Although, I thought I did. Next, my hearing dispersed. All your sweet sounds. What I would give to hear you say "I love you" one last time. But I still held you, your warm body against mine. Until one day that warmth disappeared, that warmth that was you. The only thing I had now was my scent. But it didn't matter because I couldn't wrap you in my arms, rest my chin on your head, and inhale the sweet smell of your honey shampoo. Even though your fragrance still lingered through the house, it wasn't the same; it never would be. At least I still had my mind, my memories. Or would I lose those too?