Echoes

a poem about longing

there's an echo here

of a home

long gone, but

never truly

forgotten

it fades in and 

out, absent for

many months

and then back, 

as strong and as

steady as the

beating of my

own heart

there's an echo here

like the sound

of their footsteps

bouncing off the walls

except

i'm reminded of

how their footsteps

led away from me

instead of towards

my arms

waiting, watching,

wanting

gone

because after all this

time, those echoes

are just remnants

there's an echo here

and i know what it is,

what else could

it be?

but the echo 

of how my own

heart once beat

for them.

and only

them 

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

You have created something very poignant and spare here Isabella. Thoughts of a home can bring back a range of thoughts and an echo is a great metaphor. Your use of the repeated line is very strong.
Well done.
Alan