You shall be an echo.
To the eyes, the ears, the lips of me.
An echo of the miracle you were to me.
Your looks, your eyes, your smile recorded to this conscious.
These memories of you shall be forgotten over time.
Leaving an echo.
The echo of your voice resounding in my ears.
Causing a reaction
... a reaction
... a reaction
Causing a reaction of something we used to do.
We used to laugh together.
Do you remember the sound of your laughter resounding through the room,
Leaving an echo?
Your echo.
I do.
YOU ARE READING
I Am Mute
PoetryI am mute but these are my words. My interpretation of life, death, love, and everything else in between. Starting with a poem inspired by a few lines in the book the silver star. And other little tidbits that might not mean that much to you, but if...
