echoes

"echoes"
A memory I thought I lost,
but was always there,
just waiting to be remembered,

I wasn't looking
but somehow
found something,

everything that felt gone
was here again,

this span of time,
that goodbye
we thought was the end,
were all pieces of a future,
that were building to a moment,
that only existed,
if,
we didn't know the difference,
between the past we once had,
and the past we have now,

swirling into existence
a sliver of a second
formed a moment
that held so much more,

the echoes of our choices
left lingering,
forever molding
these moments,
becoming a past
from a future,
we never thought
we would have.
-Armando Torres