You imagine your tiptoe a fading ghost whisper. But I can sense you creeping in.
Your boot steps echo down the hallways of my mind. Your laughter is clear yet somehow hollow in these now empty chambers.
I know you’re here. You’re taunting me.
Peering around corners only to retreat to shadow when I turn to face you.
Then at once you vanish entirely and I am left alone with the dust twirling aimlessly on rays of sunshine.