Echoes

LonesomeWanderer
Jun 8, 2016 · 1 min read

My voice echoed..

I remember the glasses,

A sweet melody of tinkers and laughs,

I remember

Of a warm summer evening

And sun playing hide and seek

On the floor,

With the frilled white curtain

and breeze, a teenage romance,

Weightless, free, like clouds,

And you. I remember

Soft whispers and you,

smile in your sparkling eyes,

All too playful, all too eager,

And you. I remember

The shapes of our moments in time.

And now, right now,

Silence tiptoes around me,

And my voice echoes.