Echoes of a life long lost,

faintest memories dusted like frost,

echoes of a long forgotten pain,

bringing me back to when I was broken again.

feelings I hoped were gone,

having not felt them for so long,

echoing somewhere inside,

lost yet still so strong...

Shattered, hollow, heart left cold

begging for something, someone to hold,

reaching, grasping, clawing at air,

avoiding the fall into deepest despair.

hurt, twisted, broken, healed,

I find my heart has sealed,

feeling now trapped within,

never to let go or begin.

A passion for what was beloved?

or love of passionate sin,

of things that didn't pass?

or drama like shattered glass?

I push fingers into my eyes,

desperate to know who cries,

trying to see my honest lies;

stop them before her heart dies.

Echoes of feeling not there,

emotions once laid bare,

Echoing with saddest sound,

in only emptiness are they found,

no longer to that agony,

am I ever to be bound,

for those emotions once inside,

surging unbound,

are simply now not found...

but am I coldhearted or nay?

regardless, I have no doubt,

old heart I may be without,

hers is with me every day.

My future lay before me,

as I march into its hold,

I must return it to her,

before it runs cold;

but I may yet still keep,

just a small part to hold,

so that no matter where I am,

I wont forget what was told.

My heart mightn't feel,

as it did for her before,

it will still hold her dear,

forevermore...

Echoes may only be remnants,

but they too were once true.