The echoes sometimes come,
when sleep won’t claim the eyes,
at 1 AM when thoughts
are drifting somewhere far.
Songs ringing through his ear,
sweat gleaming on his brow,
an ache, wishing they’d not
ever been torn apart.
But what he may not know
is that inside her soul
remains a spot where once
two lovers lay in song.
Where laughter rings out still,
phantom handhold feels real,
and smiling plays on—
just like a looping reel.
But echoes far away
cry for them both to stay,
to undo from the start
what tore them both apart.
The only One who knows
how deep it goes is God.
The prayers they once prayed
still echo in the dark.
Name whispered in her dreams,
Hers whispered in his heart—
but it’s far, far too late
to return to the start.
Now all they have is prayer,
the place where only God
knows what has happened since,
what happened from the start.
Still, echoes far away
cry for them both to stay,
unmoving from the place
where once through song they lay.
Only in Heaven’s arms
can they again unite.
They pray now to forget—
their minds won’t drift so far.
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Poetry by Mezmur, the spoken word name of author D.S. Fisichella.
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Mezmur
Rooted in Christian faith yet unafraid of human fragility, Mezmur writes as both survivor and worshipper. Her work invites readers to breathe again, to see that even in the deepest silence, Love remains.
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Comments (5)
Very beautiful! Looking to read more of your work! Congrats on TS!
This is so beautiful! Congrats on the Top Story for this, it’s where it belongs 🤍
beautifully written, touching without being overblown. congrats on top story.
This is brilliant. I'm not religious, but you didn't lose me. I still felt it all. A well-deserved top story.
This feels like a song itself—haunting, and full of that ache that lingers long after love fades.💖