Echoes
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.
