Echo to an Echo

 

I hear your footsteps in the quiet air,

A weary rhythm shaped by care

Yet know this truth beneath your sigh:

You walk alone, but so do I.

Your river flows with secrets deep,

But some are too heavy for one to keep

So let them drift into my stream,

Two solitudes sharing the same dream.

That solitary tree you stand beside,

I’ve rested there too, with nothing to hide

Its branches curved above my grief,

Offering both of us silent relief.

Your memories, tender, torn, and bright,

Find company in my own long night

For echoes travel, soft and slow,

To meet the souls that understand their glow.

Your poetry hums a quiet plea,

And in its ache, I hear my own heartbeat

A whispered music, fragile and true,

Binding my loneliness gently to you.

Even madness, with its crooked grin,

Finds comfort when two shadows blend

And death, the watcher from afar,

Pauses when it sees who we are.

So let us not say “alone” tonight,

For even distance can be a light-

Two wandering spirits, bruised yet brave,

Walking apart, yet sharing the same wave.

In silence we bloom, in shadows we heal,

In separate worlds, the same truths we feel

And though our paths may never align,

Your lonely song still answers mine.