Echo’s haunt

When failing to reply

Lisa

I see my mouth move, and the words take flight.

Shortly afterwards they seem lost in the night,
as if never spoken, never heard.

Dull and dampened upon the sand, aimless flight, fallen to land.

I have failed them, they seem broken where they lay, how might I bring them into the light of day?

This day I will give more thought, less say.

So tomorrow, my words may find their way.

Clearly, this moment I have lost my way.