Echoes of something I will invent

[CellarDoor]

We were once so close, to little extent,
These memories: our sonorous landscapes
Now echoes of something I will invent.

If one in a million makes one percent
I wonder how we left with listless japes,
We were once so close, to little extent,

Every corner hides your redolent scent,
Replay feelings, laid bare on cassette tapes
Now echoes of something I will invent.

My heart is missing a small fragment
This hollow house, I wonder and I traipse
We were once so close, to little extent,

This time I’ll treasure, almost never spent:
That day we kissed and then I drew the drapes,
Now echoes of something I will invent.

And while I’ll give my soul this small lament,
Our history, my memory reshapes.
We were once so close, to little extent,
Now echoes of something I will invent.