I stand, a house of memories and creaking floors, my windows, eyes that have seen countless moons. You drift through my halls, ethereal and light, a specter of what was, what could have been.
My walls hold echoes of laughter long faded, whispers of secrets, and shadows of regret.
You are the chill that races down my spine, the unexplained noise in my quietest moments.
I am your shelter, your eternal domain, my rooms, the chapters of our shared tale.
You are the presence that lingers unseen, the essence of all that refuses to leave.
In dusty corners and forgotten spaces, we dance our dance of the tangible and intangible.
I, bound by foundation, rooted in place, you, free to roam, yet choosing to stay.
We are intertwined, the haunted and the haunting, a symbiosis of brick and spirit, of past and present. In this union of the solid and spectral, we find our strange, enduring peace.
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Penny for a Poem
PoetryI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
