A/N: Written for the Furaba Flash Bingo Challenge on the FBFC, #006 – most.
Echoes from Lost Love
He didn't often think about her;
even if he kept her picture on his mantle
he barely looked
Because to look meant to remember:
to feel those shadowy kisses and caresses again
and those anguished, empty tears.
It had left too deep a hollow to be removed
and so he kept that sliver of memory
in sight, where he could look away
But, sometimes, he simply had to look
and his own empty heart would scream
in pain.