This Is Not A Melancholic Love Song

This is not a melancholic love song,

This is the echo, from the hollow, that a heart once called home.

Like the wind, when it whispers, in the cavities of the night,

Resonating in the furthest reaches of its blanketing shadow.

Echoes of memories that once filled it’s home with a passionate fervour,

Now fade into the darkness of ‘what used to be’.

A space of ‘what could have been’, and stories left untold,

Now silently marks the vacancy left by it’s previous owner.

This is not a melancholic love song,

Just the echo of what is left behind.