in the corner a whisper emerges
from the shadows between dreams where
you never left and I never came
footsteps tracing lines in thought
rushing streams behind glass
where paths hide.
the echo of what was said
rebounds off walls never touched
stories wrapped in silver
reflections unspoken yet hear them
alive in their breath
curtains pulled away.
fractals of solitude in crowded rooms
claiming squares on a chessboard
kings never crowned
the gallant phantom
therapy for mirrors
glimpses obscured.
shatter the glass
they told me don’t
hear the splinters sing
songs from beyond
the light steps on
fragments unbroken.