Hearing Echoes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hearing Echoes



Solitary figure of the past, walking down a lane of unremembrance.
Nothing changes the patterns of living, nothing ever stays the same.
Only the loneliness and pain of a friendship that has ended.
Always hearing echoes of long lost friendship, falling down around me.

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