Echoes

Sounds ricocheting off the walls of regret
reverberate the echoes in my heart
and remind me of you.

Echoes so engraved
Emptiness is sculpt into my soul.
Echoes so deeply etched,
pain becomes a serenade of sorrow.

If only I could mute the trumpeting whispers
Speaking your name,
Perhaps, I could forgive myself
For losing you somewhere in the music I play.

Bobbie Kilzer Gogain