Ghosts to you

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In the corners of twilight, where shadows breathe slow,
I wander through echoes of memories we know.
Like whispers of secrets that drift through the night,
Ghosts of our laughter dance just out of sight.

Each room holds a story, each silence a sigh,
Remnants of moments that linger and lie.
In the flicker of candles, your face comes alive,
A haunting reminder of how love can survive.

With footsteps of yesterdays softly retraced,
I reach for the warmth of your spirit embraced.
Though time may have faded the colors we knew,
I still find my heart calling ghosts to you.

In the rustle of leaves, in the cool evening air,
I hear all the words that we promised to share.
In the whispers of shadows, I still feel the pull,
As if love was a river, ever deep, ever full.

For ghosts aren't just phantoms that haunt and that scare,
They're fragments of us, woven fine as a prayer.
In the heart's quiet chambers, where silence is true,
I'll always be haunted, forever to you.

So let the moonlight illuminate this old path,
Where echoes of us hold the remnants of laughter.
For in every heartbeat, in each gentle hue,
I'm tethered by love, calling ghosts back to you.

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