Echo

My voice resounds

empty

in the dark corridors

you once walked

Steps I retrace

hesitant

of the light habits

you gently owned

*

Black coffee comes bitter

from the chipped cup

you always carried

Fine pages flip heavy

in the old books

you never wearied

Tender smiles arise sudden

at the silly jokes

you clumsily dared

Cold arms fit loose

in the silk shirts

you neatly weared

Bird songs stretch afar

to the patio chair

you quietly rocked

Twin lamps shine late

at the wooden desk

you busily worked

*

Oh foregone scene

I call you home

this realest dream

where I belong