Whispers of the Unseen
In dreams, your touch haunts the silent night,
A phantom love I grasp yet cannot hold.
Each breath I take, a ghost beneath the light,
Where warmth resides in shadows, still and cold.
Death’s gentle kiss, a promise to embrace,
Awaits us both in realms where fears dissolve.
Yet here I wait for love’s elusive trace,
As echoes linger where the heart evolves.
-SK