Echoes
Echoes,
of the past
I hear, like
the rustle of
leaves when
the wind
blows
Echoes,
of your voice
in my mind,
reminding me
that we were
not destined
Echoes,
of loneliness, of
hurt and pain in
losing you
Echoes,
they surround
me every day,
and in everything
I do
You are my Echo
now and forever
more, I still feel
you,
You have not
closed the door
Ingrid Barlow
© 2012, All rights reserved.
By LoveAngelique
© 2012 LoveAngelique
(All rights reserved)
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