【Echoes】
When did you get so distant?
And why didn’t I notice when you pulled away?
I’m trying to bring you back but I’m not sure you’re willing.
We still talk, but it’s vacant.
As if there’s a blank wall between us and white noise drowning our voices out.
It reminds me of putting your ear to a conch shell,
and thinking you’re hearing the ocean,
but really all you’re listening to is echoes.
You feel like an echo.
A reflection of my own voice that isn’t really there.
Voices that disappear into nothing.
An echo far away from where I stand,
as I’m reaching out… for your hands.