echoesWords congest on my tongue between my teeth they crowd old cars with stalling engines, they cry and shove Yes I stare for hours, my lips slightly parted, watching you, your lips, Ive never understood yet they truly are heart-shaped and i will crawl through these miserable memories never change though i grow older this loss increases, these lines on my face, were they not there even three years ago? my tongue is dry with a balled fist i rub my eyes, still i stare. just a glance but i am sure you&