I found you in the hush of a borrowed room,
where the moon hummed secrets to the blinds,
your voice was a river of velvet ruin,
and I drowned like a man who never minds.

I told you I’d build you a tower of words,
you laughed like a woman who knows the lie,
so I offered you nothing, and you took it whole,
left me aching beneath a paper sky.

Now your perfume lingers in a ghostless place,
where the sheets still whisper your name,
I light a candle, I sip the dark,
but love, the ember burns the same.