A poem
A spectre lingers in the spaces you once occupied,
and echoes of your presence reverberate
through the hollow halls.
I strain to recall your fading silhouette.
Our memories now live on borrowed time.
The familiar has become uncanny.
A shadow of our past persists in the periphery,
as I chase your phantom essence,
grasping at echoes that dissolve into regret.
In the liminal space between waking and dreams,
I search for signs of you.
Amber light through the trees evokes your after-image,
that dissipates when I reach out my hand,
and your absence yawns before me, cavernous and ineffable.
I stand on the precipice peering into the void,
humming with potential to move forward or slip back.
Either way I must reconcile with this rupture in my soul.