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A Message for Your Ghost

by Elias Thorne
Chapter 1
I still write to you,
though the ink dries before it touches paper.
I leave each letter on the sill
for the wind to deliver.

You never answer,
but I swear the curtains move
when I sign your name.

The house keeps your perfume
like a promise unspoken.
Every floorboard hums a memory
I’ve already worn thin.

I write of the garden,
how the roses bloom without light,
how the moon bends low to read my words.
I tell you I’m still here.
I tell you I’m learning how to sleep
in only one heartbeat at a time.

Some nights the pen moves on its own,
as if your hand guides it.
As if you’re reminding me
what we were trying to say.

I know these letters won’t reach you.
But if love ever leaves a trace,
may it sound like this,
ink cracking in the dark,
paper trembling in the wind,
your name written over mine
until they are the same.