Echoes of her
Make me understand why lies seem to haunt me. Why every lie I say comes back on me? It's driving me insane.
If only I cried.
If only I begged.
If only, if only, if only.
I was a stupid lad.
Yes, a stupid lad was I.
I let her get into that car.I waved her a bye—a permanent bye.
The homeless man on the street, he warned me. I should have listened.
If only if only if only
Now, when I sleep, I hear her cries from the vents. From the fridge. Under my bed, too.
I am plagued by her spirit, plagued by the remaining wisps of her essence.
Oh, have mercy.
Because if only, if only, if only.
If only I had listened, the echoes of her wouldn't be here.
Forgive me my Darling Rehania.
It was the reaper. And my lies.
