New reply from Susan Katz
<p>Once again, a fine – well-written poem. You have a recognizable style. Your poems seem a bit like "snatches of thoughts" crafted into the art of poetry.</p>
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https://poetladykatz.com/poetry-talk/the-man-who-collects-echoes
Original Post by Comfort
The man who collects echoes
<p>I live in an apartment with no walls,</p>
<p>just whispers nailed to scaffolding.</p>
<p>Every morning, I sweep the silence</p>
<p>off my doormat like dust.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I once married a moth.</p>
<p>We divorced over a lightbulb.</p>
<p>She said I was too bright.</p>
<p>I said she kept flying in circles.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>My job?</p>
<p>I bottle other people’s regrets</p>
<p>and sell them as perfume.</p>
<p>Top notes: apology.</p>
<p>Base: memory.</p>
<p>Always unisex.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>My name?</p>
<p>Call me whatever.</p>
<p>It’ll echo anyway.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I dated a girl who only spoke in spoilers.</p>
<p>She ruined my life in three sentences.</p>
<p>I still don’t know if she meant to.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Sometimes I walk backwards</p>
<p>to undo conversations.</p>
<p>I leave apologies under park benches</p>
<p>like bread for pigeons.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Children ask me</p>
<p>why I wear mirrors on my shoes.</p>
<p>I say,</p>
<p>“So I never step on someone else’s past.”</p>
<p>They think I’m joking.</p>
<p>I hope I am.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>At night, I press my ear</p>
<p>to the cracks in old buildings,</p>
<p>listening for arguments</p>
<p>that haven’t happened yet</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>I write them down.</p>
<p>I sell them to poets.</p>