Echo

SHADOWS AND ECHOES

Shadows fell on the page on the table

pen stilled by countless memories,

listening, trying to catch some echo 

or sound of your voice,

you’d left no trace

no ash from your bitterness

no whisper from your heart,

still I listened in that quiet kitchen

between shadows and loneliness,

what was it that I was looking for?

was it your face?

words disappeared in shadows

fleeing the morning sunlight

reading a book I felt recurring echoes

of things you might have said

of responses I might have had

as I held your hand,

I could dream of you

but how would that help these echoes of nothing

left behind with flowers and wrappers,

all of this must mean something this hour

watching it fade to night, with tomorrow becoming a shadow

to strangers that disperse at the sound of alarms.