Echoes And Memories

Unfurled you filled the house in a way I wasn’t expecting.

I kept finding you in new places

like under the edge of a lampshade,

between the folds of curtains,

inside the grain of the floorboards.

Places I’d never seen you go became mementos of you.

Snapshots you couldn’t be cut out of.

When your smile found its way between the spines of two books

I turned the shelving to firewood and places the offending volumes

at either end of the house.

It didn’t help.

You still echoed in the chimney when the wind blew just right.

Daily Prompt: Unfurl


  1. I love the sentiment of this poem, I think a lot of people can relate to the poignant nostalgia of missing someone who’s no longer there. You captured it in a beautiful painful way.


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