The Ghosted Name

Where shadows bloom by thoughts that won’t let go,

I chase the traces of a ghosted name,

A haunting ache that time cannot outgrow.

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Each memory, a wave in ebb and flow,

Drawn back to shores where once there burned the flame,

Where shadows bloom by thoughts that won’t let go.

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The heart, a tethered kite caught in the throe,

Of dreams that flicker, frail as breath, yet claim

A haunting ache that time cannot outgrow.

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In twilight’s hush, the past begins to show,

An endless loop, each pulse of love a game,

Where shadows bloom by thoughts that won’t let go.

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I grasp at moments, like the falling snow,

But every flake returns to chill the same,

A haunting ache that time cannot outgrow.

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So I remain, in sorrow’s steady flow,

Forever marked by longing, etched in name,

Where shadows bloom by thoughts that won’t let go,

A haunting ache that time cannot outgrow.