TP Sage (March 24,1958 / Coral Gables, Florida)

I heard your voice
in the wind today.
I paused a moment,
but it just went away.
It's was just a memory,
a memory,
just a lost,
soul-less
memory...
to me.


I hear distant sounds
from a black hole cave.
It's hard to remember
if they're sounds I should save.
I'm barely listening,
listening,
I'm not even
listening
for you.


I can’t hear the music
when I see your face.
Just meaningless murmurs
from a long forgotten place.
I'm only listening
to echoes...
echoes...
echoes...

You're just a memory,
but I can’t stop
listening
to echoes.