“Echoes”
We hold on to pieces of the ones
Who have left us, whether to
Elsewhere in this world or to
Something beyond comprehension.
We cling to what little reminders
Have remained, a handwritten
Note, a lingering memory of a
Kiss, or a voice, a mundane recording.
We savor that we have some means
Of remembering, that we can
Recall a bit of how we felt when
That person was still a part of us.
And as the years pass, we may
Notice that the voices aren’t as
Loud, or the images aren’t as
Clear as they used to be.
Until the day that we come across
One of those little fragments,
And all of that love rushes back
Across time, a reverberation.
9/13/18
The Swords of the Ancients 