A specter of a conversation Is all that existed Unacknowledged opinions and Thoughts Left to rot in boxes, you Abando ned.
Destiny dictates broken bonds Foretold that I err again Unintended Admiration and Good intentions Right at the cusp Of genuine connection It was I Who brought your haunting Gho sts.
A nascent broken bond (Second stanza update upon a coincidental revelation on the day i wrote the first part. A confession of sorts)