In the tapestry of time, I once held you near,
With all of you, my soul felt crystal clear.
Yet shadows crept in, stealing fragments away,
Leaving me longing for the light of that day.
What once was whole now lies shattered and torn,
Some pieces lost, some forever worn.
Now I wander, haunted by your ghostly embrace,
Tracing the echoes of your presence, in every empty space.
Memories flicker like candlelight's soft glow,
Remnants of a love I'll never truly know.
Though you've slipped through my fingers, like grains of sand,
Your essence lingers, a ghostly hand.
In the silence of night, your whispers I hear,
A symphony of longing, drawing me near.
I had all, then most of you, but now none remain,
Haunted by the ghost of you, in a world of endless pain.
YOU ARE READING
This house was never a home
PoésieThis place was never home, The things that lie in it was memorizing some a taunting memory other pleasant some not
