You light the screen with sudden fire, then leave me waiting in the quiet wire. A voice that comes, then fades away, a half-kept promise, a fleeting stay. You open doors, then shut them fast, a ghost in the present, a shadow of past. Your words are warm, your silence cold, a story begun, but never told. I stand between the here and gone, holding on though the thread feels wrong. For love is steady, not hide-and-seek, not a whisper today and gone by next week. So I breathe, release, and start to see, your silence says more than your words to me. I’ll honor myself, I’ll learn to let go, for ghosts can’t love—only haunt what they know. #AllTheLightWeCannotSee