Whispers of Shadows

The walls whisper your name in the dark. Nights I stay awake with the

scent of smoke. I strum my guitar, notes twist in the breeze.

You say, "Don't forget me," but who are you, ghost or dream?

Your hand takes mine, cold like winter mist. Every strum pulls

a memory from the shadows. The city is quiet, but my ears

fill with lost sounds. Our love, or just the echo of my

madness? Every note your voice grows louder in my head. I feel your

touch, but it's only air. Your shadow dances in the broken