Shadows of what we lose
Haunted by what we could’ve had.
Cruel thoughts of the future
Terrorised by the present.
Hurt disguised as
Unfinished business
But should be seen as
Letting go.
Keeping lost love alive
Breathing as ghosts
Manifesting into souls
Speaking to us
As love lived.
Becoming
Lost in love.
Shattered by shadows
That were never ours to follow
Haunted by hope
No one gave us.
We believed in ghosts.
We created ghosts.
We loved ghosts.