Echoes

I’m just tired of everything... even the echoes.There is nothing in my life but echoes...Echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys.They’re beautiful and mocking. L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea In time,everyone fades away,transfiguring intoechoes that latchonto our memoriesand bleed our hearts dry. Barbara Garay, Beneath the Surface: A Book of Poems ________________________________________________…