Echoes

late summer-

your face is a candle, fading

in echoes of raindrops 

Narcissus & Echo - by John William Waterhouse

Upon pool of water, I gaze 

Daze

Your face, a perfect moon

Swoon

Swaddled of brightest starlight 

Light

Enchanted, I say, Hello?

           Woe

I swear to your beauty, delicate as snow

           No

I will bestow  

           No

All my strength and devotion

           Delusion 

Why do you shun my presence?

           Vengeance

Are not my smiles charming?

           Boring

Are not my words persuasive?

           Repulsive 

Please let me stay here

           Where?

At your feet, where my devotion lies 

           Lies 

You are my muse, your name echoes

           Gallows

Within me, dulcet

           Horseshit

Until I know that you love

           Rust 

Me, I will deeply grieve    

           Freeze

Do you believe me?

           Leave me

You are breaking me, I will die.  

           Bye.

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