long halls of time

voices hang in the air
flowing over breeze, making their
way back to me;
words i would long to hear
from long ago…
echoes of a past not mine
but somehow left in my memory…
and though your arms no longer
hold me- i can still hear your
whispering through the long
halls of time
harkening me backwards

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