Echo's

A serious poem from a usually-not guy!

Echo's

 

It's very faint, but if I strain I can hear,

 

coming from a familiar past, someone's

 

calling my name; a familiar voice, I used to know well,

 

for it's my voice from another life

 

warning me not to forget about him

 

So much has changed in my life,

 

it's almost like listening to a stranger