She holds on: <br />Her scrapbook, filled <br />With pictures of her past. <br />In name, she has left them behind. <br />But in reality, they remain. <br />All, her lovers, echoes of a painful past. <br />She hurts, remembering <br />The once-delicate feel of their touch; <br />Now they are gone, <br />As much at fault for their heartlessness <br />As they are victims of her attention. <br />They, her past, forgetting, <br />Remembered, <br />Forgotten.<br /><br />James Grengs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echoes-6/
