Echoes Of Us Poem by Franklin M Kline

Your ghost still lingers on this breeze,
the scent of moments, lost with ease.
Laughter rings, though you're not here,
Each memory whispered, a held in tear.
In empty rooms, your silence speaks,
our shadows dance on faded weeks.
Half of me dissolved that day,
the brightest part you took away.
I trace the cracks where love once bloomed,
a broken song, my heart consumed.
Could time rewind, undo the pain,
and let us learn to love again?
Perhaps there's grace in second starts,
a bridge to mend two fractured hearts.
Maybe this space, this scathing, aching yearn,
will guide us where our love can burn.
Though hope feels as frail as the fallen leaves,
Deep down, my soul has to believe.
That echoes of us, soft and low,
could guide us back where love might grow.