All I have left is this silent echo,
The words we said before we both let go.
When I don't follow and they still pursue,
I risk a glance back but never find you.
Lighting the hallways and clearing my mind,
Make peace with the presence you left behind.
Your silhouette burned over my retinas,
Old synapses remembering what was.
Trapped by afterglow and lost in the haze,
Searching for some way back out of this maze.
You were never here, there's no need to seek,
No sense chasing ghosts, they will never speak.
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