#subtle hallucinations

[traveledlight]

If love still hovers like a silhouette

you're always dancing with,

ask yourself why the shadows won’t stop haunting

like a ghost in your daydreams.

Because no matter how much logic you throw at it,

you can’t reason your way out of a heart

that still remembers.

And maybe that’s what makes it real—

how it never quite leaves.

Even sunlight can’t burn out these outlines.

[traveledlight]

You're always on the edge of my senses,

pulling me to almost.

I fill my room with vanilla candles

just for the scent of you—

inhaling you like the drug that you are to me,

the closest I can come to tasting you.

I imagine you beside me,

filling my eyes with everything I long to see.

Almost feeling your touch,

a ghostly warmth that lingers on my skin.

I hear you all around me in your lingering songs,

and in the quiet, I hear you whisper,

"I miss you too."