Echo

In dark.

I don’t see.

I don’t move.

I don’t reach.

Just I hear.

I don’t know.

I don’t memory.

I can say nothing.

Echo.

I shiver.

“Who am I ?”

The echo.

“Who are you?”

It occurs to me.

“I am yours.”

I dawn on.

“Your name is past?”

The echo say that.

“My name is indefinite,I.e.future .“