Echoes

Remnants of our memories together, echo throughout my day. Boucing at me from everywhere.

Small objects, a certain smell, even the odd chore, are constant reminders.

Things that would usually pass by without much consideration, much less have an emotional response.

Eventually, as I become focused on things at hand , the echoes fade. Giving me some peace.

But the four walls of this canyon, this house, are still there, ready to, at any moment, send another echo, another memory of you, back at me.

Hitting me unawares with it’s strength. Fading slightly with each wave.

Each echo.

Slowly, sadly, exhaling, releasing the memory back into the canyon.