it’s like an echo of where you were
it comes so softly but you’ve been gone for such a long time
i no longer know the difference between the memory and the echo and the person
who should be there
an emptiness that yawns instead of you, that grows within me
instead of you, time that passes me by, instead of you
and you think you see me there, solid in stone in my anger and laughter
in my sorry state of worry and stress
a sham of what could’ve been but its the only thing you’re expecting of me
an echo in light of where i once was