2026-07-10 7:25:16 pm by
Nalani in category Writing
They do not come with a loud noise
Nor with dancing shadows across the wall
They simply wait for the quiet of night
The most silent time of all
A soft scent of flowers, a passing thought
A bedroom door left ajar
The ghosts of our past return
Back from the dead not far
With me they sit in the weight of darkness
We breathe in the very same...