In the echoes of the night, I hear your name, A whisper carried by the wind, soft and faint. Your memory lingers in the shadows, a haunting flame, A ghost of you, a love now lost, painted in quaint.
In the corners of my mind, your laughter plays, A sweet, melancholic tune that time won't erase. Your touch, a phantom caress that still sways, Through the empty halls, a silent chase.
Every sunrise, a reminder of your fading light, A dim reflection of the days when you were near. The stars, they blink and sigh, in the quiet night, A cosmic symphony of my deepest fear.
I wander through the moments we once shared, A spectral dance, a waltz of days gone by. In every tear, your absence is declared, A silent scream, a mournful cry.
Your presence lingers, a silhouette in the mist, A bittersweet reminder of what once was true. In every breath, in every fleeting twist, I feel the ghost of you.
