Ghosts of Silent Reverie

"We spoke in the shadows, didn't we? Words' unspent currency lingering between your skin and ephemeral lights."

It is in the gaps that I find you, telepathically entwined in the echoes of what might be. Each thought a letter unsent, drifting in an unseen wind.

"Night embraces us, I conjured our breath and it was warm—an illusion fading with the false light."

Our connection felt both ancient and immediate, tethered by an unspeakable knowing. You drift eastward, I west, and somehow, we go inwards.

"Beneath the mirror's gaze, I heard your soul hum softly—a forgotten song reechoing in these hollow halls."

In spirit, we write vacancy notes on rooms never leased. In dream, the rent goes unpayable. Read between the lines, unlearn the visible rhymes.