The Echo Knows My Name

Somewhere there is a dust of echo,

Somewhere its chaos,

Somewhere gold,

Somewhere loss.

I was walking on a path full of echoes,

In every single step, someone called my name

A whisper, not quite wind, flame,

Just memories playing their quiet game.

The trees leaned with silent grace,

As if they knew my heart's slow pace.

I went all alone, forgetting every memory,

Smiling , crying, leaving everything behind.

No one asked me if I was all fine?

Some talked, made fun, but no one was there to help me in my hard times.

The Echo knows my name, 

Some forget, but its never the same.