The Ghost That Sounds Like You

Your voice still floats down the hallway walls. I swear I hear it every

time I fall. Cold breath on glass I didn't draw, but I see

your name there after all. The bed still dips like you

just rose. But I've been alone in yesterday's clothes. Every light flickers

like it knows that some ghosts don't need shadows to show. You're the silence

between my screams. You're the echo under my dreams. I chase you through

smoke and ruin. But you disappear like you always do. You were never

here, but you never leave. You haunt me softer than I