The Ghost of You

In the morning's hush, I sit alone, The wind whispers secrets, softly blown. Among the trees, where shadows dance, I find myself in a wistful trance.

Memories linger in the park's embrace, Your laughter echoes in this quiet space. Leaves rustle, like whispers of the past, Reminders of a love that couldn't last.

The ghost of you, in every breeze, Brings both solace and gentle tease. Though you're gone, your presence stays, In the silent, solitary, morning haze.