I still see you walking in the room. Light can be deceiving. The shadows of mind, unlit by much. It’s hard to see in the dark. Hard to know what you’re feeling. I smile as the mind adds something that isn’t there. I can see again when it chooses to do that. But, I’m blinded by the everyday mosaic. Patterns aren’t easily broken. But, when they are, you know it. I still see you walking in the room, though I know you’ve left long ago…

Shadows lurking in the room, darkness in the ray of light, closed windows slamming, dim lights shine brighter, still same anthems I chose to sing.

Hopefully, in another lifetime, we’ll be all fine. For now you remain a ghost in my prime💫

A little come back! Hope y’all are ready?❤️