Echo of my past

Sitting here,

I feel a presence.

Something almost touchable,

as if taunting me.

Cursing,

to remember long past the wounds infected healing.

Fingers dig into flesh,

trying to release the pain.

To forget the smile,

of the person you'd become.

Echo of my past,

you stay.

A figment,

 doing unjust harm.

Your body and mind may be gone,

untouchable to me.

Yet,

I yearn in disgust for you.

aching for each whispered word,

a dreadful love lost.

You held my heart,

shattering it as I knew you would.

even though I dreamed,

as I do these days,

for a echo of my past...

Reviews

[A hare off]

Damn, this was very deep. It is obvious it comes from a dark and desolate place. You have written emotions that hurt and drip in the loss of those days so missed. Great writing.