While chasing your ghost, I became one myself,

A shadow lost on a forgotten shelf.

Your whispers lingered in the midnight air,

Leading me deeper, though you weren’t there.

I followed your footsteps, faint and cold,

Through paths where memories silently unfold.

The echoes called, a haunting refrain,

Each step closer, yet bound by pain.

The mirror showed a hollowed face,

Eyes like wells, empty of grace.

My voice grew faint, a whisper at most,

While chasing your ghost, I became my own ghost.

Through the veil of dusk, I still pursued,

Hoping to touch the pieces of you.

But the closer I came, the more I knew—

I wasn’t chasing you; I was losing “me” too.

Now I drift in the spaces you once filled,

A soul untethered, quiet and stilled.

For in chasing your ghost, I lost my place,

A specter forever, in time’s embrace.