I keep your promises like a loaded gun,
And fire them into dreams before the dawn.
The fading night still echoes what you’ve done,
A shadow tracing where your warmth has gone.
In every sudden silence, you remain
A heavy ghost inside the empty space.
I linger on the borderlands of pain,
Where lost and found are impossible to trace.
The twilight blurs the edges of the room,
Your voice, a whisper in the evening haze.
A phantom echo drifting through the gloom,
To trap me in the labyrinth of your gaze.
Two reckless hearts that spin around, undone,
I stop pretending everything is fine.
I’d rather break beneath a rising sun
Than end this endless sake of yours and mine.
The daylight bleeds across the bedroom floor,
To sweep away the wreckage of the night.
Yet still, I brace against the closing door,
And surrender to the ghost I cannot fight.
©Diana Mistera
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