Echo

so I'm singing la la la

belting la la la

in these empty streets,

empty rooms,

empty halls,

in hopes that it would

bounce off the walls

and echo back

in a deeper octave.

hoping that

someone, anyone

would sing along

so that I'd know that

these streets, these rooms,

these halls

weren't really empty.

and i wondered that

maybe if i sang it in my head,

under my skin,

breathed it through

my lungs,

i would know that

it wasn't so empty there

either.

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