Written By Emotions

The ghost that never existed

In each step I take,
in the corner of my eye—
he lingers.
A shadow.
A blur.
A whisper of someone who was never there.
The ghost of something that doesn't exist
haunts every breath I take.
A possibility.
A hopeless dream.
A glimpse into a world where I am held—not with arms,
but with understanding.
He's the one I sit beside
while the world burns silently around us.
The one who kisses my forehead
without needing to be asked.
The one who puts me on the safe side of the sidewalk.
The one I don't need to impress.
Just be, and he stays.
And yet—
he is a wound
with no origin.
No name.
No face.
Only pain.
A phantom pain
that never stops aching.
I chase him
because I have to.
Because the hope he brings
is all I have left.
I know he's not real.
But still—I hope one day
he'll stop being a ghost.
That he'll take form.
That he'll become more
than just a dream.