Do you hear the ghost of me
Just as I have felt the ghost of you?
Do you longingly dream of me
Just as I had dreamt of you?
Do you notice the emptiness
Where my laughter once sang?
Might you begrudgingly experience
The void where my attention once rang?
There is silence where my footsteps once cascaded,
Futiley, lovingly, chasing a shooting star -
Will you relish within the resounding quiet's inflation
Or might you yearn for my voice amongst the dark?
Will a phantom of me devotedly linger,
Just as distance has haunted me?
Decorating the days in hopeful flickers
While evading a senseless calamity?
A broken heart, soul, serenades in echoes -
But will you love the echoes just as thoroughly,
Just as piercingly as your arrows,
As you said that you would me?
