A little softie

A loon on
The lake,
Gentle hands
Rubbing against
Lace
An echo of
Trust,see
Those feelings
Its misplaced?
Long forgotten
Promises,made
so,so intentionally
Against sun eaten
Velvet shades
An echo calls,
Cold laugh on the breeze
Spreads over all,
Like moss on trees
Finally rests
In a heart,
A murky glen
See my dreams,
Expunged,erased?
Stop,
Listen!
A loon screams
On the lake,
An echo of
Despair,see
Those ripples in
Its wake?
My face,
Swollen,
Floating just beneath
Reflecting
Just how it
Feels
To live in
Everyone else's
Empty space.