Your Ghost
A year’s passed,
but the weight hasn’t lifted,
Your ghost lingers—in every breath,
every second.
I wake to absence,
a hollowness so cruel,
Not knowing where you are feels
like drowning in endless blue.
I search for you in every stranger’s face,
Hoping for a sign, a glimpse, a trace.
But silence wraps tight, cold as night,
The agony of the unknown steals my light.
Memories burn,
a bittersweet curse,
How can time heal when
it keeps getting worse?
Your name’s an echo,
fading in the wind,
But the pain remains,
buried deep within.
A year without you,
and the world feels wrong,
Like I’ve been holding
my breath for far too long.
Wherever you are,
do you feel this too?
Or am I just lost—waiting, waiting for you?