Do you not feel me? Feel me. Do you not hear me? Hear me. I know I can be shallow. Shallow. But you know I am not empty. Empty. Within my heartbeat echoes yours. Yours. Yet I know within your heartbeat mine is nothing.
dVerse De (whimsygizmo) asks us to write a Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words – not including the title, and to make it echo. “Echo” being the word that must be used in the poem. I went for its absence.