Whispers of a flame

The night is long, the bed is cold, These empty sheets feel twice as old. Sleep won’t come, though I lay still, Your voice still lingers, soft and shrill. I close my eyes, but there you stand, A ghost that time can’t reprimand. Your copper hair, a burning light, Flickers through my hollow night. I reach, I grasp, but touch the air, You were never really there. Yet still, I see you down the street, A fleeting glimpse, a cruel deceit. The echoes call, the whispers creep, Your laughter haunts the space between. The walls repeat the things you said, Your name still spins inside my head. I drown in noise, I chase the day, To keep your shadow locked away. But silence comes, and with it you, A love too bright, a wound too true. Somewhere beyond the stars you shine, Too far to reach, yet once was mine. A place too high, too far to see, And yet, you never leave me be