Your voice still lingers in the corners of my sleep, A half-remembered promise drifting thin like smoke. I chase the whispers that I know I’ll never keep, But you stay just close enough to choke. Your shadow moves inside the cracks of every door, A silhouette of something I refuse to name. I feel you sit beside me on the cold, uneven floor, And grief arrives wearing your face again. I breathe you in like poison dressed as comfort. I let your memory bruise me just to feel you. Haunt me if the silence breaks without you here, Fill the rooms I’m scared to walk through. I’d rather drown inside a ghost I revere Than learn to live a life that’s not shaped by you. Your footsteps echo in the places I avoid, Each one a pulse beneath my ribs that I can’t calm. I whisper back to empty air, fragile and destroyed, Still begging for the pieces of your palm. I know you’re gone but grief keeps resurrecting Loving a ghost is easier than forgetting. Haunt me if the silence breaks without you here, Fill the rooms I’m scared to walk through. I’d rather drown inside a ghost I revere Than learn to live a life that’s not shaped by you. Stay… stay… stay… Even as you fade. Even as I fracture. Even as the grief repeats like footsteps down a hall with no end. I’d chase you through every empty echo just to pretend you’re still mine. Haunt me if the silence breaks without you here, Fill the rooms I never learned to walk through. I’d rather ache for the ghost I revere Than peel away the parts still shaped by you.
