Echoes of You

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by VaderDudeR3

by VaderDudeR3

The stain on my shirt,
This chip on my coffee cup,
That rip in the curtains,
The noise I make as I sup.

Your imprint on the couch,
And my hips don't agree,
Two impressions in the bed,
One always remains free.

No racket in the kitchen,
No sounds in the house,
When I think of you in silence,
My teardrops would deafen a mouse.

The one picture left in the hall,
The blemish hiding your face,
This home is becoming a tomb,
There's no life left in this place.

I have to remind myself to eat,
To drink, even to breathe,
It's a struggle to keep going,
Would be easier to just, concede.

Your photographs are all gone,
My memories will have to do,
But they are starting to fade now,
Becoming just, Echoes of You.