THE ECHO RETURNS NOT

THE ECHO RETURNS NOT Even if it’s poetic wording from the start When a message is delivered with feeling One expects some sort of echo in return For a response or answer one may yearn But without such, any soul needs healing The absence of any echo hurts the heart Despite lessons that were taught in school About sound waves and that physics stuff There are chambers designed as anechoic And to bear the silence one must be stoic Walls absorbing it all like a carpet of fluff And for any echo, one would feel the pull With no reply, was anything truly received A modest need for at the least, one word To be sure that a meaning was understood Otherwise the sound of knocking on wood At least be assured that it was really heard By even a slight echo, one can be relieved