Echo

Echo

Look at me.
Your golden locks fall forward as you stare at
your one true love,
that rippling façade which has your eye.

Look at me.
You gently touch that shimmering form,
your fingers meeting his,
caressing that familiar cheek.

Look at me.
I watch you daily,
staring into that watery void,
longing for that one which you cannot have.

Look at me.
Why can’t I tell you?
Why can’t I say those words that I long to?
“I love you.”

Look at me.
You moved forward,
gently reaching for that beloved nymph as
you utter those words, “Look at me.”

Look at me.
Where are you?
Nothing remains but a splash on the surface.
You and your love are gone.

Look at me.
I’m alone.
You don’t sit by my side anymore.
I am here remembering your words.

Look at me.
Nothing remains but my tumultuous song,
my dirge of your voice.
Not even I am here.

Look at me.
Look at me,
my Narcissus,
look at me.