Ghosted

In the dim of night, a ghosted call,

Words once warm now turn to mist,

A silent void where memories twist.

The space between us grows so wide,

Where once your voice would softly glide,

Now shadows linger, cold and still,

In the silence, time stands still.

The laughter shared, now faint and thin,

In ghosted texts and missed replies,

Yet in the quiet, truths unfold,

Of letting go and hearts grown bold,

We learn to navigate the ghosted past,

And seek new paths where shadows last.