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.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
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.
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