Whispers of your presence linger in the air,
a trace of you in the empty room,
a memory that will not fade,

I see you in the shadows,
feel you in the chill of the night,
but you are gone,
a spririt haunting my heart.

I reach out to touch you
but my
fingers grasp at nothing,
you slip through my grasp like smoke
a phantom of my past

I long to hold you close,
to feel your warmth against my skin,
but you are a Ghost,
a spector that I cannot touch.

Yet still, I feel your presence,
a love that transcends the boundaries of time,
my love, my Ghost,
forever in my heart, forever in my soul.



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