This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Augustana chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
Your voice lingers like an echo
It rings through my ears on a loop
Wanting it to fade out like a sunset
But instead it sticks to me like glue
Forgetting then remembering you
Its a tug of war in my head
I want to just erase you
A bloomed flower ended up dead
Memories linger they’ll never fade
Us letting go was an unpredictable fluke
Although I hear your voice in an echo
The real you will always repeat on a loop