Echo

With every sound you

Echo

Repeat

But it's never

Quite

The same

I call out and ask

"What lives have been lost to the hours?"

Echo

"Our's"

And never once

Does a shape appear

Long since withered

Bones

Turned

To

Dust

Lonely Echo

Remains in voice only

To repeat forever

From Hera's curse

Shunned by Narcissus

As though an albatross

Echo

"Loss"