I call your name into the echo.                  I wait for it to come back to me.


It returns, and as it enters me                    I’m shaken.


As you gradually fade                                each silence is a lifetime,


and I wonder at the                                    verbage of  a name.


I call out once again                                    into the echo.


It reminds me                                              of when these letters


first escaped                                                my lips.


But then, again                                             I’m empty


And even though                                         I’m calling


I realize                                                         my name


will not                                                          be missed.