Echoes Comments

Echoes keep me chained to his memory, reverberated through my mind as I read this poem. Was thinking if they were echoes of his loss they would be consoling even though with tears. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

favorites: When the evening spreads its purple cloak I run underneath, trying to hide.............................watch out for spiders! ! and: His words crash and break like crystal waves, Pounding my heart's shore endlessly.................i think you are FAR from mad, but some of those long, stone piers for stopping waves might come in heart-handy. :) bri

A well written piece Lora. Nothing worse than putting your heart and soul into a relationship only to be spurned. Committing your life to another can be such a big gamble, maybe more so these days.

wonderful poem.thank u for sharing