Ghostly Romance
Late at night, in the echoing hush of a too-big bed,
Whispers circle the room, laughter from lips long dead,
The sheets turn cold but the longing stays, a love that outlived its own heartbeat,
Candle flames flicker to spell out messages no one else believes–
But every touch in the dark is softer, every shadow a caress from someone gone but not forgotten.
You reach for a body made of air,
Kiss the memory left behind in dust on the windowsill,
The world says let go, move on, but how do you move from a love that lingers in the walls?
No dating app can compete with the chill of fingers that know every regret,
You hold hands with empty space and laugh at your own obsession,
Midnight becomes a waltz with the past,
A forbidden affair with someone you can’t see but feel in every breath.
Maybe someday the living will tempt you back–
But for now, you’re haunted and happy, chasing love through graveyards and old rooms,
Believing in a connection that’s colder than stone,
Yet warmer than the fleeting touch of anyone still alive.