Echoes
A Poem of Lasting Presence and Unfading Love
In whispered winds, your voice remains,
A soft refrain of joy and pains.
The echoes linger in the air,
A melody beyond compare.
In silent rooms where shadows play,
I hear your laugh, though far away.
Each memory a gentle call,
A trace of you in every hall.
The world has changed, but you’re still near,
In every thought, in every tear.
Your wisdom lives in all I do,
A guiding light, forever true.
Though time may fade, and seasons pass,
Your echoes stay, a love to last.
In heart and soul, you still reside,
Forever here, by my side.
About the Creator
Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmasa day ago in Horror
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