When?

i went on top of the mountain-
i screamed out your name--
called you, but you never returned
only the echo recoiled


after years of despair and solitude
the mountain's still the same
i screamed out your name
still
the echo reverberated,
none of which is you


only the saddest tears
of forgotten memories-
of my longing
and of the ryhthm of sadness.