A Ghost in the Neon Hum

anonymous mysterious ghost woman standing in dark forest at night

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City’s plus, a symphony

Footstep, whispers, horns’ blare,

Unseen, unheard, a ghost I roam.

I drift through crowded avenues where life flows fast,

A silhouette of a story, a remnant of the past,

You pass by, thoughts afar,

Never noticing the shadow rear,

My name, once a melody, now fades,

My voice is just an echo in the concrete and the stone,

A quiet plea for presence, in a world I walk alone,

Neon lights, a path aglow,

Darkness cloaks, from sight I hide,

Creature of night, moon and stars my witness,

The electric haze illuminated the distance in your eyes.

While underneath the starlight, my true self quietly dies,

Did you see me, truly see?

In memory’s weave a thread for me?

Or just a ghost, haunting your mind’s edge?

A lingering impression of a soul you didn't keep,

Lost within the shallow world while I am buried deep.

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