An Echo of Mourning

A local writing group recently used “Echoes” as a composition prompt. Here is a poem on that theme, written in blank verse, unrhymed iambic pentameter.

An Echo of Mourning

And now, I come to this, our special place,
the hollow cliff where we would speak of love
and wait to hear the rocks reply in kind.
I call into the empty space with hope
that you will answer my words with yours.
Yet all I hear is just my lonesome cry,
my voice an echo of my broken heart.

Although I know that you are gone, are gone.
I feel you still are here with me, with me.
That soon we will again be one, be one.
My thoughts of what we had won’t fade, won’t fade.
Your death cannot erase our love, our love.
Your death cannot erase our love, our love.

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