ECHOES 1.0 BY POSTSCRIPT
ECHOES 1.0 What do I think of when I think of you? Do I think of the smile on your face, or must I relish in the memories of your arms? Tell me, O lover, what do I remember you as? Many moons ago, I lost script of the language you spoke. All I own is the heartbreak you wrote. It took me years to wash away your touch, for I admit I couldn’t let go. You linger in parts of my conscious like we were one just hours ago, and yet today I ask myself, What do I think of when I think of you? -Postscript