the ghost of what was

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the ghost of what we had lingers, a shadow in my mind,
denial wraps me tightly, from the truth i try to find.
distracted and blinded, from the pain i should have known,
until the crash within my heart, leaves me feeling so alone.

feeling stupid in the aftermath, for not seeing it before,
missing your undivided attention, something i adored.
the emptiness it leaves, a hollow aching space,
with too much now to carry, no solace or embrace.

i long for someone to listen, to share my heavy load,
but the void remains a whisper, in every path i've strode.
no matter who i turn to, or the solace that i seek,
a small void will linger, a place where shadows speak.

denial may have shielded, but now the truth is clear,
the ghost of what we had, is something i hold dear.
in the silence of the empty, i find myself alone,
carrying the weight of us, a burden all my own

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