Halcyon

lingering ghost

There it arrived; the fractured peace,
the breathless pause and the wounded ambience,
The silent knives could dare not kill
the lingering ghost with a vacant pulse.

We drowned in unspoken weight
until silence memorised our names.
The still thunder wrecked far in a cold distance,
just like the hushed storm blew away our quiet ashes.

The fading breath, the vacant gaze,
the hollowed echo and the shattered calm—
every corner kept a lonesome whirr,
Every wall a recollection stitched with quiet blades.

Dim light trembled across the fractured space,
Broken rhythm, wordless ache.
We stood inside the shattered calm,
hearts beating like clocks afraid to tick.

And still, the lingering ghost refused to leave,
teaching us that love does not end—
It lingers, it waits, and then,
It dies in the dark long after the words are gone.

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