There are shadows on the walls
In the spaces between where the light from the window falls
There are echoes in my head
In the space between what was and was never said
So when the sun finally goes down
And the voices aren’t quite as loud
They will serve as an elegy
To a distant memory
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
I like these lines, “There are echoes in my head
In the space between what was and was never said”
Happy Sunday fellow poet.
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Thank you very much, Ali. I hope that the rest of your Sunday was enjoyable. I appreciate the best wishes. 🙂
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beautiful! so raw! really honest! ❤
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Thank you, Carol. I am so glad that you read and enjoyed this piece. 🙂
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Good one!
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Thank you, Sadje!
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Welcome
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Powerful little write, a bit haunting as well.
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Thank you. There is a slightly dark tone, but I do hope I conveyed some balance with a bit of hope as well.
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