There is an echo, of a boy who lived in my head many moons ago.
He commandeered my thoughts, my actions, and my futures.
He dominated my past, and clouded every memory.
There is an echo, of a boy who lived in my head many moons ago.
He settled me to sleep at night, safe beneath the curve of his elbow.
He shook away my nightmares and he kept my feet warm.
There is an echo, of a boy who lived in my head many moons ago.
He gave me the gift of music, of courage, and of confidence.
He showed me how to be the girl I am today.
There is an echo, of a boy who lived in my head many moons ago.
He squandered my affection, my laughter and my smile.
He ran away to join the circus, and he broke my heart.
There is an echo, of a boy who lived in my head many moons ago.
He has been replaced by another; a stronger, more courageous model.
He was perhaps, not as perfect, nor as good as I once thought.
There is an echo, of the boy who was my voice many moons ago.
I did not understand as I presumed; he was not right, and neither was I.
He has faded away, invisible, my voice no more.
There is an echo, of the boy who lived in my head many moons ago.
My head no longer reverberates with his thoughts, opinions or judgements.
All is quiet now.
