it’s silencing a world.

with so much to say

and words lose their power

cause there’s no one to hear..

where people are shared

and so are the phases,

but i dare not attend

for fear of that echo..

and places have footprints

that haunt my steps,

on the faintly drawn path

that was etched holding hands…

and i notice in crevices,

where photos still hold

the bend of your back,

as i tuck them away…