The ghost of me
tiptoes
past the ghost of you
once tied together
tight and strong
instead, we share space
and nothing else
our minds do not meet
in the place they once did
haunting darkness
dreams I don’t remember
bodies cold
longing, desperate
holding tight to memories
unable to connect
the rope, severed
my ghost floats
whispers, silenced
each day I disappear further
and I can’t tell
what comes next
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