Echo

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.