Your hands now etched with another soul,
One truth I could never console.
A grey line our hearts will never retrace —
Because once more,
I hurt you.

My fury never held back,
But even then,
I still chose you.
I still wanted you.
Again and again, as I tried to be whole,
Would you not unlock that door once more?

I know I should be gone by now,
But…
I know I ruined our painting.
Yet please — give me a chance
To hold this brush with you one last time.

Let me stand close,
To silence the restless voice in my head.
Let me hear your delicate voice
As my fingers work the colors,
And watch us paint something brand new —
Far from the noise,
And the invisible shadows
That dragged us apart without a clue.

Hold me close…
Will you?

Oh.
It’s only a ghost I’m talking to