If you close your eyes, you can hear it, can't you?
The giggles from nowhere, drifting on the gentle breeze like whispers.
They float past, saying things only you can pretend to understand.
"I was here," they say, "and you were here too, once upon a dream."
Shadows of hands that never touched the light, tickling the air with long-forgotten songs.
Did you know they echo too?
In the space between what is and what was, they bounce like balls of yarn, tangled and free.