Time

The things we hold on to and remember versus today's view.

echoes off the walls

shhhh... do not wake
some things are mine alone
and yet, once gone
oh how the silence is deafening
I should have let you rejoice on
for these are the halls
of emptiness
memory versus echo
what are you each to each?
except one you interact with the living
and one you call out the name of the dead
one a ghost of the present
and one a snap of the past