Broken Echoes

Six months ago today, I held your hand.
I begged, repeatedly.
Asking you, please stay.

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Echoed Silence

Mindless SecondAn endless maze appeared. Still. Drunk. Motionless.

I started calling her with a voice quickly taken by the cruel wind.

My soul reverberates,  aching while I reached out— a strand of her hair, a touch of her scent.

I walked aimlessly, my heart hoped for a glimpse of her figure.

Darkness ensued, and still there I was,  lost in my own footsteps.

Under the comfort of the unsympathetic moon, I opened my tear drenched eyes.

She was gone, probably forever.