Whispered in the Dark
he comes when the hush of midnight falls
slipping through walls like a sigh in the air
his touch is the ghost of forgotten calls
fingers of frost in the silk of her hair
he kneels where the candle’s shadow sways
his breath like a whisper that never fades
he murmurs her name in the hush of the haze
his voice dripping sorrow that time never trades
her lashes tremble, her lips part slight
though she dreams, she knows he’s near
his hands trace memories spun of light
soft as the echoes she aches to hear
his fingers graze her tear-streaked skin
she turns to the warmth that will never stay
but the dawn is cruel, it calls him in
and steals him from her, a wraith in the gray
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