EMOTIONAL ECHO

I am an empty cave.
I am an emotional echo.
I remind you of someone.
You only hear another,
but there is no one else inside this cave.
It is you who shouted her name.

I am a blank sheet of paper.
You write your words across me.
I let your ink spill all over me.
We make poetry,
but it is not about the paper,
it just happens to be on the page.

I am an open hand,
a palm to place your memories like delicate insects.
I hold them, but cannot grasp them.
They do not belong to me.
They dance across my skin.
Another itch I cannot scratch.

I am a still clear lake.
Like a mirror I reflect
your beauty in good faith,
and you fall in love…
with your reflection,
not with the water.