Echos of a melody

A simple boy who chased true love.

Greeting all who passed me by, with a courteous smile or hello, goodbye.

I think of those who have come my way, the ones for a time who chose to stay.

I'm reminded how my heart would beat, then echo its silence, when they flee. 
A lonely melody in the space between

I now wonder who I would have been, if that first beat I did not give.

Would I still be a simple man,
Or remain this shell for a hollow sound?