_I follow fading echoes, _

_the remnants of our days,_

_Through fields of broken promises and half forgotten ways _

_Your laughter is a whisper_

_Your smile is just a trace _

_But still, I feel you lingering_

_In every hollow space _

_While chasing your ghost, _

_I became one myself _

_A shadow of who I once was, _

_left on some forgotten shelf _