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Echoes

Story ID:7786
Written by:bobby o'neill mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Poem
Location:Phenix City Alabama U.S.A.
Year:2012
Person:Self
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Where once there was your sweet laugh
there is only empty silence in it's place
for Death has taken you off life's path
and where you walked is now an empty space.

But echoes of your life in this house remain
Your favorite dress,your old fadded garden bonnet
your photograph on my dresser in a wooden frame
even an old valentine card with your name scribbled on it.

Sometimes I gather your old things and hold them close,
remembering how we used to sit together and talk
Your pefume still lingers in those old clothes
and I an almost hear your foot steps where you walked.

Sometimes I think I hear your voice,your sigh
and absent mindedly I think that you are still here.
I catch a glimps of movement in the corner of my eye,
and I arise to greet you,to hold you,but no one is there.

Nothing but echoes live where you once moved and smiled,
and only ghosts of a life we once shared and lived remain,
for grim death,the eternal foe of love has us beguilled,
and made us think that love is an eternal burning flame.
Bob Mitchum