I dreamt of you
The times we shared
You’ve grown a beard
You’ve matured and aged
The years have been too long
But still the echoes of your voice
Haunt my darkest night
I dream of you
Still now I do
I loved you
Through and
Through
I dreamt of you
The times we shared
You’ve grown a beard
You’ve matured and aged
The years have been too long
But still the echoes of your voice
Haunt my darkest night
I dream of you
Still now I do
I loved you
Through and
Through
I wrote this in April 2015. Not quite sure what I meant by a silent echo. But that’s what I wrote at the time. Maybe it alludes to being unheard? I’ll go with that 😊
An empty swing stands
Forlorn, bearing echoes of
Laughter long ago
I saw your baby girl today
Playing in the park
With her sparkling eyes
And dimpling smile
An echo of you
The pain surging through me
Cruelly reminded me
How far away I am
From being over you