The echoes of memories,
Dance in this empty house.
Each corner filled with the past.
I stand alone,
As I watch the echo's dance,
Their movements, graceful.
The echo's call me to dance,
I chase it until I am in the past,
Memories fill the ball room of my house,
Some dancing,
Others staring into my soul, trying to trap me.
But as I almost reach the dancing echoes,
I realise those dancing echoes, are just what I once had,
Leaving me in the present, with the echoes from my past.
