Jan 2019
In dark rooms
My figure emits
Familiar shapes
Erie shadows
Sound of my voice
Carries a known tone
Haunting notes
A glance in the mirror
Freezes my stare
A reflection of me
An echo of you
-JCM-
My figure emits
Familiar shapes
Erie shadows
Sound of my voice
Carries a known tone
Haunting notes
A glance in the mirror
Freezes my stare
A reflection of me
An echo of you
-JCM-
When you lose a parent they never really die. We are an echo of them.
