Lingering echoes

No letters or emails for that matter
No written words or treasures
No withering flowers in books
No gifts or fragrance to linger
No text or message in folder
No sweet images together
Lets leave no evidence behind
of the memories we gathered
Let our story be unheard
And buried deep into the sand
When we both happen to die
Yet the only thing we may
Leave behind us to endure
Will be the lingering echoes
Of our silent whispers.




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