Echoes of you
still sit in that same old seat,
I replay the day
over and over
on constant repeat.
Could we speak
just one more time?
Then I could hear your words
giving me a piece of
healing advice,
which I could cherish,
an echo held by my heart,
but instead,
all I have is that hateful moment
that my heart fell apart.
Echoes of you through
the windowpane,
like droplets of rain mourning
the passing day,
crying in internal agony,
the constant nagging pain
that grips the heart tightly like a vice
and keeps squeezing
until you feel barely alive.
Why should we survive
when a light
has left towards our skies?
Echoes of you fade
in and out of view.
Every time I walk outside, I collide
with a million thoughts,
all rushing backwards to
that frozen point in time.
That painful moment
when the candle blew out
and my choked throat
could barely speak,
but my brain would repeat
the same scenes
time after time.
Echoes of you fill my head.
A sea of voices.
I sit on the edge of my bed,
replaying choices.
Watching the clock,
hearing it
ticking loud enough
to wake the dead.
I can't face the world.
Instead, I take my mind
on a journey
to flee the crushing
reality that I dread.
Those echoes still follow me,
deep into the imaginary,
but there I witness
you
in the visions I see,
and the echoes gradually
become clear
memories of when
you were here.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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