The Call To Live Awake (Day 6)

i am banished from a place 
where the conversations move
freely between me and you
the day ends with stories 
i can no longer tell like a 
heart filled tale 
and i am absent
from the words i say

like a ghost lingering
in the small white frame 
where what exists is only
a shell of what was left
between me and you

like an echo whispering 
over and over in the dark 
remember my name
remember my name
remember my name

or a dream that was left
back into the night
what has become
what has become
what has become

and the words which are all
that is left as the remains
of conjoined journey forgotten
become empty as 
dried up seeds 
of trees longing for rain