Why are you here?
Hiding in the stolen moments,
The glances of left and right,
Just behind my eye’s corner
Your love is still felt
Brushed against my fingers
When I reach for anything
Like feathers on silk
You haunt me,
A ghost of memories,
Of our little time together.
How are you still alive?
Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 3:50 PM UTC
Why are you here?
Hiding in the stolen moments,
The glances of left and right,
Just behind my eye’s corner
Your love is still felt
Brushed against my fingers
When I reach for anything
Like feathers on silk
You haunt me,
A ghost of memories,
Of our little time together.
How are you still alive?
You haunt me, yes you do, but don’t I love your ghost more than I loved you?
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