FRAGMENTS

I try to recall your voice, but it's a whisper,
Fading like mist in the cold dawn air.
Your face dissolves in the ripples of memory,
A reflection trembling on water’s skin.
I reach for the past, but my hands grasp shadows,
And love lingers only as an aching ghost.

How cruel that time turns love into a ghost,
A presence that lingers but speaks in whispers.
I search for your warmth, find only shadows,
Moments unravel like dust in the air.
I chase the outline of your touch on my skin,
But the years have stolen my memory.

Or is it my heart that betrays my memory?
Have I built a ghost where once stood love?
I trace the echoes of you on my skin,
Yet all I can hear is the wind’s hollow whisper.
Your laughter dissolves into thinning air,
And I am left holding nothing but shadows.

Each night, the moon sculpts your form from shadows,
But dawn unravels the dream, steals my memory.
Your scent, your touch, they vanish like air,
A love slipping further into the arms of a ghost.
Even in sleep, you call to me in whispers,
A name I once knew, now foreign on my skin.

I press my palm to the cold of my skin,
Tracing the places where you left your shadows.
But silence answers my longing whispers,
A cruel reminder of a fractured memory.
I mourn a love that became only a ghost,
A face I can't hold, lost to time’s thin air.

What am I, if you are nothing but air?
If all that remains is an absence on skin?
I grieve a ghost, yet I still call it love,
Still find you lingering between the shadows.
Perhaps I was meant to live with memory,
To haunt myself with these endless whispers.

Your whisper fades into the empty air,
A memory cold against my starving skin.
Shadows remain, but love is only a ghost.