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Writer's pictureAndrea Pomeroy

Reverberating Echoes

Your silhouette

marks the place before me,

standing alongside

echoes of my unsaid words —

I feel their pulse,

the wind of every letter, consonant and vowel

threatening to overtake me.

Alone they mean nothing,

but together

have the power to stop

and alter the course of time.

Reverberating echoes

of the words that could part from petals

in a flicker of thoughts and fears.

Instead

they are lost

in the echoes of my silence,

dissolving in mist

reverberating —

silence threatening to overtake

the tides of what could have been

because I did not say them.

Not a single sigh.

Not a single whisper,

not even the slightest shadow

of their hidden meaning.

They are still imprisoned inside

beneath the surface.

Your silhouette fades.

Time and possibilities eluded.

The unsaid remains

alone with me.

I love you —

but now their echoes

are swallowed up

in my reverberating silence.

Oct 10th 2024




Photo Credit: Unsplash Karsten Winegeart

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