I only hear echoes right now.

[sll]

I'm trying not to wither with each passing day,to dry up like a bundle of twigs,someone crunch and boil me into a soup,sip all the sorrow trapping my heart.so this is what they call loneliness,but all I know is too simple,I only hear echoes, for you are not hereI am not here, & we are never without one.My heart so obvious when in need of a cure.Blatantly exposing flesh, open wounds.Trying to find bits of you you left behind,like scattered pieces of wool.I search endlessly in canopies of trees,the blue sky, to hope that I can,catch a reflection in the pond nearby,hear your skin whisper in whispers again.But a sigh says it all, my memory fades,and what's left from today,gathers in the winds of yesterday.A woman sitting in front of a window,eyes straight ahead,Am I just a lingering ghost?To wait for the sun to set,the moon to rise,Where is the man by the coast?Where is the man by the coast?