Echoes in the stairwell

The heart murmurs
quiet voices
Like echoes in a stairwell
To a yearning soul still trying to hold on,
forgotten yesterday's
unfulfilled tomorrow's.
Moments in a dream,
or dreams lived,
into a moment.
haunting proclamations
Seeming  to carom off the walls of my very insides ...
Like echoes in a stairwell
So real sometimes ,
I find myself  looking over my shoulder.
Or my heart seems to freeze ,
then explode
splashing the  " tinglies ,throughout my entire body.
The whisper of her name
stops me in my gait
The utterance of her voice
Just a figment of the mind
It captivates
It undulates
but its simply just not real
But in my mind ......
Like my soul
I hear them , and wish it were
Because I still hear them .....
like echoes,
Echoes  in the stairwell