Birth of an Echo

That you were here
and now you’re gone
that there was love
and now there’s none
that the whispers
turned to screams
our reality
distant dreams
where your feet tread
there are smudges
where our hearts bled
nothing touches
that we loved
in far gone time
remembers nothing
but fading sighs
that we were here
upon these stairs
stripped of clothing
stripped of care
that we belonged
within the cage
of touch and lust
and passion’s rage
is nothing now
but whispers falling
ghosts and demons
softly haunting
these empty halls
these broken hearts
these memories
live in the dark.

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