I am
The faint footsteps you hear
Down the darkened halls
Of an abandoned house at midnight.
I am the whispers
That quicken your heartbeat
When you thought you were alone.
I am everywhere
But nowhere.
I exist
But I also do not.
I am a spirit.
A vision.
A breath from the past.
I lurk on the edge of memory
Right where it begins to fade.
Where you wonder
Was it actually something you remember
Or was it all just imagined?
Some figment
Of a lonely mind
And nothing else?
You think you know me from somewhere.
Somehow
My voice sounds familiar.
Maybe once
You did know me.
Maybe I knew you.
But now
There isn't anything left
Except the hollow,
Haunting echoes
And a fleeting image
Of a smile.
YOU ARE READING
From The Archives Of Memory
Puisi"Back in those days we thought we could change the world. But the world killed us instead"
