4.21.2013

Your Echo



your echo
remains
it sears my skin
your touch restrains
me
your eyes are
fixed
i yield to them
un-moving
in your shadow
a mirror of what
was
but isn't
you are nothing
i am no one
but we were something
we were
chosen 
                 

                                          -Vicky 





Because the writer in me has been spurring uncontrollably and poetry is my wondrous escape! 

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