You were the music to my ears,

The constant song that played.

A Melody so soft and sweet,

I thought you’d never fade.

But suddenly, the record stopped,

And silence took its place.

The darkness swallowed you,

And you were gone without a trace.

I waited for 1000 years,

For you to come around.

I listened for your melody,

In each and every sound.

Now the record’s cracked and worn,

It gathers dust upon the shelf.

But I will chase the ghost of you,

Till I’m a ghost myself.