Member Poem

Homesick for a Ghost*

I'm homesick for something that never was—
a dream I swore was real.

I trace the echoes of the voices,
yet silence is all I feel.

The sun rises, the sun fades,
and still, you've carved yourself in me—
a ghost I never truly held,
yet chained, I can't set free.

What is it for? What is it worth?
To chase the air, to beg the past?

You are not here. You never were.
Still, I feel you slipping, thread by thread,
like sand dissolving in the sea.

Yet you're inside my bones—
no force can take you out of me.

I know I should let go.
But tell me...
how do you let go of something
that still lives inside you?