~LAURA DAVIES FOLEY~

ECHOES

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Echoes in the house he built, the vastness
of his nights, and still
above his bed

an empty robe, a photograph,
a poem of despair.  Our lives
forged together

in one path
until I was led
to an ungentle act

and he
to walk the midnight halls alone
then leave

the bed, the walls, the hanging robe
as testament for me
to start to understand

the nights were long for him.

 
 

© by Laura Davies Foley