echoes | poetry | wattys2018

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i could still
hear the echoes
from the past,
the words were
oddly,
soothing and
calming,
it makes me
sleep at
night,
with my
pillow
soaked in
tears.

every drop
is a memory,
every sob was
a regret
am feeling
inside,
wish
you
were
here
by my
side.

—time machine
chronicles; a
jar of memories.