Tag: silhouette

  • A poem: 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 netherworld.
    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.