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Echo-

Echo.
The only one who hears me.
Echo.
The only one who understands.
It knows me to the deepest reflections of myself and to the life I once knew.
From dawn until dusk I cry for help,
but only echo  hears me.
Why is this so?
I wait until it is too late.
As I leave, no one whispers my name.
I am just another failure to them and 
my footsteps mean nothing to them.
The Catlina I knew is nowhere to be found.
I am merely an echo.
I am gone.
That is the one this I cannot change.

Claire Y. Hong (2018)