Catching the Echoes

Catching the Echoes

(Mellyna Diniar)

Wandering into wide opened foyers
Sitting in the bench of row strangers
Sensing something sweating my fingers
Shocking in dreadful remembrancers
Seducing the feeling of windflowers

You were behind me at all time
groggy as well as excites me
I thought your response would be
so cold, pretending not to know each
While we do exist at most Memories

Loving you was driving odyssey
Seeing your latest photo on file, withered
Black, white, blue and grey
Passing the feeling into the wind
Forgetting you was like catching the echoes