The Silent Archive

The sound rang out for what felt like ages

All this time I could write you pages

Your voice so familiar I might hear it in my dreams

But your face I can barely force myself to see

You want me to take away your sorrows

But once I do you won’t talk to me tomorrow

I have always been a place to hide

When the ground is hard and you can’t survive

But when the sun peaks through the trees

Your echos are the only thing that won’t leave

But here’s the truth you refuse to see

I never ask

To be forgotten

I never plead to take your pain

I’ve always just wanted to feel

Like my life is not in vain

—Rose Hollow—