Echoes

A silhouette merging with the unknown-
all that is left is your breath in the cold air
as you exhale in slow motion
I speak in shadows,
you respond with specters of light,
haunting every word-
making sense of it all;
I choose to live in the now,
but if you whisper in my ear
I will take decades to figure out
why you chose to disappear
that day
when I ran down the hallway-
gargoyles staring from above-
for a second I thought I could hear
another set of footsteps
under a different weight
even after I accepted your longing
for the other world.
The statues were grotesque,
threatening, demon-like in thunder and lightning,
and still, I hoped that hallway would never end
just so I could hear the sounds again and again
and convince myself they weren’t merely
echoes of my footsteps into the unknown.

One thought on “Echoes

  1. Nice poetry. Evocative, Gothic…
    …shadows and silhouettes, hints or intimations of the darkness left by every departing light, and life…
    …like the dark scar of a tattoo reminds us of the memory of that sharp inscription…
    …the empty spaces between us also serve to remind us of the empty spaces within us ?
    🙂

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