As I wander through my life I find something lost.
Something I perhaps once had, but have now long forgot.
Only a glimmer of memory, in this most haunted place.
A sigh, a smile perhaps a look on your still shadowy face.
I look for you each place I go, sifting through haunted locations.
Piecing together what I can’t see hoping for this restoration.
What was it we had that continues to bind me?
If it’s been lost why does all of this remind me?
And of what…
I wouldn’t wish this if I’d had a choice.
Just a whisper of your former voice.
Will you be whole again? Will you find me here?
My whole life built so strangely because I knew you were near.
Is this what they call fate, or just all circumstance?
Led by your fleeting hand into paranormal romance.
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