Echoes...

 

In the reflection

Of my unshed tears

Stilled by the need

To shield my own

From the shrapnel

Of grief untold,

I see the love in your eyes.

Alive, yet unreal.

In the unskektched

Images of love

Buried deep within

The castle of hopes unhoped,

I see the lines of our breath.

Curled into each other.

Only to falter

At the mouth of death.

Often,

I wonder

Why I exist

When you do not.

I wonder

What would have been

If you did.

Hopeless wonder.

All I am left with are,

Dreams

I dare not dream.

Eyes

I shall not meet.

Wounds

That will not close.

Blinds

That betray the world

And love...

Over flowing love!

That will not be sketched.

That will not be returned.

That will not be met.

That will not be seen.

Empty echoes...

Woes...

Echoes...

Down the hallway.