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by Hope Lynn 4 years ago in sad poetry
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I still hear the echoes of your footsteps across the wooden floor,

the shoes you'd drop at the front step,

the studio we danced

hand in hand

I thought it would never end,

Is midnight still our time?

do you still dance across the moonlight night?

I hear the echoes of the piano keys

that I'm scared to touch,

your cologne still lingers across the hall,

and for a moment I felt you,

It's as if our house is half breathing,

struggling to feel whole

half alive,

I'm just left with echoes

and fragmented memories

that once belonged to you.

sad poetry

About the author

Hope Lynn

I read to escape I write to return

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