Whispering Spirits

Whispering Spirits

They choose to walk the earth forever more,

bound to the weight of words unsaid.

They brush against my skin in the dark,

soft as regret,

cold as the truth.

Sometimes I hear them breathe,

a sigh through the walls,

a warning in the wind.

They tell me stories of love that died

but never left,

of promises broken

and hearts buried shallow.

I listen. I always listen.

Because I know one day,

I’ll be one of them,

whispering too,

to someone who can’t forget.