Poem-A-Day: Day 142

Echoes

Distant echo
crooning across the skies,
bouncing off millions of distant stars,
millions now living,
never dying,
and the scent
of remembrance trapped
in indescribable consequences floating
like the chilling reminder
of something
possibly lost,
or willingly departed
to somewhere that allows reverberation
off of bells and metal,
ringing softly,
but not gone,
merely a distant echoing;
sounds like hearts beating in the heat
of their own chests,
beating distant.