Monday, October 28, 2024

An echo of an echo oct. 15, 2024

  

I still hear the echo

 of what once came to me by night

not the whole sound

 only bits and pieces

 memory rescues from

the refuse of the past

dim now with the shards

 of what once clung to memory

 causing a cringe if not a howl

but here the voice

in the dead of night

when at the darkest hour

 I wake shaking

left to ponder what it meant

 and if it still means anything now

an echo of an echo

I cannot pin down

to its source

 or even gauge its true intent

though as I toss and turn

I feel the burn again

 the tender flesh

scalded and soothing

a touch from a time prior to that

an echo of an echo of an echo

I cling to

 hold on to

when I have nothing else

 

 


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