An Apparition Of The Memory
I’m sleeping with ghosts and dreaming of phantoms
Your shadows haunt my halls like flickering lanterns
The carpeted floor still imprints your paces
Tiny strands of your hair found in the strangest of places
The sound of your name still etched on my lips
I shiver in recognition of your caressing fingertips
I witnessed your departure, beheld your ascendance
But you’ve overwhelmed my perception with your arrogant attendance
You’ve long since departed, of this I am sure
But your essence is here... forevermore.
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