Echoes

I thought I heard your voice speaking
as the sad reverberations of my whisper
came from those bleak hills.

You won’t be forgotten.

I thought I saw your eyes looking into mine
as the wind was breezing onto my face
and freezing my tears.

I thought I felt your hand in mine
as I shaved a few leaves
and set them free.

You won’t be left lonely.

I thought I smelled your perfume
as I breathed in the dust,
lying amidst bell flowers.

I thought I tasted our future
as the rain fell on my lips,
my face high against the sky.

We’ll be alone.

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