Echoes from a life
whisper in the quiet
that is now
Haunted by the laughter
that filled this place
I search for solace
Memories of happier days
spent along this shore
crowd the vacant beach
Transported by time and circumstance
I am here alone, searching
for the hand that once held mine
Rows of benches, hard and abandoned
and as empty as I feel,
witness my descent
Cold, despondent, forsaken
Forgotten in the quiet
that is now
*Response to photo-prompt….not autobiographical.
Photo: https://sundayphotofictioner.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/107-05-may-31st-2015.jpg
Writing and Reflections 
Yes, memories do bring on a certain type of music in our hearts and minds….
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Beautifully said
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This poem is sad but absolutely wonderful.
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Thank you!
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Very nice poem. I felt like I was right there on the beach. Thank you for following me.
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Thank you! I enjoy your writing as well. 😀
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