I am the echo of the man you knew. Launched from the look-out to the other side Of this blue valley, my voice calls to you All on its own, and more direct for that. My line of sweet talk you could not abide Came from the real man. It will all be gone— Like glitter back to the magician’s hat— Soon now, and only sad scraps will remain. His body that betrayed you has gone on To do the same for him. Like veils of rain, He is the cloud that his tears travel through. When the cloud lifts,…