Echoes in Time

©May 1st 2022, Olan L. Smith

Why is your face obscure in my memory?

The mist of tears do not cloud my vision,

But the memory of you has begun to diminish

Into time, a distance I cannot span with desire.

I try hard to hear your voice, but it cannot come

To me. The photos don't do you justice in

Faded colors or the pale of black and white.

Mom I long for you to speak to me but,

Nothing comes, no sound, no vision, nothing.

I watched you pass from this world to the next

With a whimper, a stale breath, and sigh,

Your heart also whimpers, a silent beat.

I cannot cross from here to there, the span

Is too great. Once, I heard you call my voice

And I ran to look for you, but I knew you were

Dead, echoes through the synapse of my brain?