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…