Echoes of Absence

City hums like a broken dream. Glass towers flicker, spill gold in the stream.

I chase your breath through a crowded street. Your touch lingers where your

hands used to be. We were lightning. We were lightning too wild to

hold. Struck the sky but the thunder got cold. Your name still

laces the air that I breathe. Are your summers still whispering me? I keep running

through the static. Every shadow plays a trick. You're a phantom in my habits.

Something lost I can't forget. I still taste the words you left here.

On my tongue like burning gin. I keep dancing with your absence. Like you're right