Echo

Your lips still echoed my name.

And yet, you chose every part

Of the circus that wrecked us.

You’ve planned so much

Around me that I’m the one

Who lost herself in auras

And a poet’s sad prose.

I found myself knowing

That you can’t break me

Like you’ve done in the past.

I remember London

Because it echoes your name.

I can’t seem to return

To the city I loved

And wanted so much

From a goodbye.

But I did love you,

Even if I said it like she did.