Ghosts Of Us
Gone in sight and sound,
But drift in silence, lost in space.
Old laughs now echo, thin and cold,
In rooms where warmth forgot to hold.
We were a fire, bold and bright
Now just ashes in the night.
I reach, but memory won’t stay near,
Just ghosts that whisper, “you were here".
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