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
Copyright © Damien Musgrove | Year Posted 2025
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