you haunt me
my midnight muse
you haunt me
even when you’re not near,
you linger
long after
goodbyes were said
and left the air
wafts of spruce and bergamot
cling to the fabrics I once held.
days later,
I still catch
the warmth of you
like a breeze half-felt
you spread through me like rays
like the warmth of the air
held captive
long after the sun has melted away
when the world has cooled
but I feel you there
you leave me bathing in
that quiet heat
an aura, a scent
an imprint on a heart
something between a memory
and a simple thought
somehow, you’re everywhere
and nowhere at all
like something remembered
rather than lost
a ghost of golden hour
lingering long after you’re gone
