Echo's

An empty house with no picture frames
The echo's vibrating off the clean walls
Feet remains invisible yet still carries through the open doors
Still through echo's the memory stalls

Each room has a story to tell
It's all about arrival and departure entwined
The nourishing tales of laughter,pain and wishing well

Echo's still calling through the fog and rain
Some echo's only recalls pain
Attached to an unknown name
Still echo's resounds just the same