In the Half-Light
There is a hush
between the crash of sky and soul—
I almost forgot what silence stole
his name half-spoken
My own heart is unsure if it’s mine
Grief echoes softly through measured time
footsteps blur
on ground not wholly earth or dream—
I’m learning that not all ghosts are mean
Copyright © Becoming trude from the ruins | Year Posted 2025
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