Echoes, Ghosts, and Tears

without looking back
I left that place
and with it, all I loved.
chased a dream
of a different breed
hoping to find meaning.
and though I found
more than I could chew
I slowly wandered home.

but, to my surprise
all that was left
were echoes, ghosts, and tears.
no heartfelt welcome
no sweet embrace
no parties, parades, or praise.

and so I sat
where life once thrived;
and fully realized

I’d taken it for granted.

-Mizark
11/15/07