I looked for you today,
but all I found was your echo.
Words fail to describe the feeling I sense
when I dig through your belongings
as if you are there, tucked away
between a couple of old notebooks,
or your work tee shirt and your fashionable one.
Seeing your collection of art on the wall
reminds me that you aren't there to see it anymore.
Your belts hanging from the magnet
on the air duct are stilled by your absence.
Your figurines remain undisturbed,
they just go on sitting there where you left them.
Your sunglasses lay unworn
no longer needed to shade the sun out of your eyes.
Socks and shorts stay folded
where you so carefully put them away.
The old homework you kept for who knows why
is still stacked in the drawer.
But your voice is missing.
Your smile is gone.
Your scent has disappeared.
All I have are these words,
words that I use to connect to what I knew to be you,
but all I have is your echo.
A.C.
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