Echo

(I wrote this after I came to the realization, nothing was coming to fruition.)

He either doesn’t know or doesn’t care to know. 

That she thought of him.

He created her.

He molded her.

He left her.

No explanation. 

No apologies. 

No see you tomorrows.

She wandered through his thoughts. The thoughts left behind for all to see. 

She knows the intentional stand was to be a reminder of what she could not have. 

Welcoming arms. 

A smile. 

The twinkle in his eye. 

Gone. Gone. All gone.

She stares at blankness. 

A board. Something wiped clean. 

She stares. 

She looks. 

Looking for a reciprocated twinkle. 

What a fool. She is a fool. A fool. For him.  

In haste—a few necessities were chosen. 

All that was left was no longer—desired. 

Trash. 

Garbage. 

A waste.

“Something for the pickin’s.”

 Something to pain her heart.

 Revenge. Yes, revenge. A revenge on the once loved girl.

Echo. Step. Echo. Step.

Cold hard floors.

Sterile blank walls.

 And her. 

Looking. 

For something. Anything. He may have left for her. 

To hold onto. 

Something. 

Anything. 

Desperately she looks. 

Nothing. 

Alone upon cold hard floors and blank sterile walls.

She calls out to him. Calls upon the name that once burned her soul. 

She hears something. Faint. Far-away. 

She calls again. 

Maybe it is him. My love. The elusive one.

Echo. Beating heart. Echo. 

Suddenly she realizes she was calling herself. 

He was gone. Forever.

Alone. She was.

Echo. Step. Echo. Step.

All reminders of him—are just that—reminders. Ghostly conversations are replayed over and over. Remnants of him. No assurance. His revenge. A sterile reminder of what turned cold.

Just once. 

Once more.

Anything. 

She’d give. To hear him. To see him. 

An answer. 

No empty halls. No empty thoughts. Just him. 

Just once. If only…

….he heard her. Her voice. Her call. Her cry for one more time. But he couldn’t answer. This must be his revenge. Revenge for a girl who had stolen his heart. The girl that never filled it. HE would never, ever, ever forget her. She was apart of him. She had his heart. His heavy black heart. 

 1/27/2008