Echo (poem)

I have one face, and one alone.
And if my feelings appear like stone,
it is because they are
held together
by tar.

But if I could emote to you that you smelt it,
maybe you would realize you can melt it.

How can I hail thee across blank echos?
If all that you reply is ________.

Hail back to me and let me know
that you’d like to have conversation grow.

Poetry is as easy as water,
and here I throw it out like fodder.

Re-stimulate the nerves of my face,
smile, glide toward my embrace.

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