Phantom limbs still tracing me in the dark
Your echo hums beneath my skin like sub-bass in a parked car
I wear the ghost of your goodbye like glitter in my hair
Every mirror shows your afterbody standing there
I kiss the absence where your name used to be
Taste the static of a love that won’t unplug from me
Clock strikes 3 a.m.—you respawn in the sheets
A hologram of hands that still know how to pull me deep
I’m haunted by the future we deleted
Your phantom heartbeat keeps my broken tempo repeated