Echoes of yesterday
Echoes of yesterday They were lovers in the dark, hands groping in the emptiness for something solid to hold. They were the same chords of the guitar playing different songs; Melancholy and nostalgia The dying embers of a once fierce flame. The last raindrop on sandy soil. Their rhyme was a water droplet on cold asphalt unfelt, forlorn, without cognizance. February and July .Abandoned like crayons of a child at play. They were twin roaches looking for a home in the heart of darkness, delving deep into the black mess. Getting lost in the harrowing hues.Tumbling.Falling.Breaking.They were a whirlwind which gathered momentum and gyrated to a great crescendo collecting everything on its path, spewing dust clouding the whole town with wonder but upon daylight, the god of new beginnings, everyone dusted their apparels the wind now just a memory.Forgotten. She was July.Stoic.She was all of July stars, its sun, moon and freeze, mirth and song. A half-moon hidden by the