A Lantern in the Fog
I see you in the places you don't belong,
in the shadow of streetlights, in the hush of a song.
A ghost in the corner of my wandering mind,
a presence too steady, too patient, too kind.
You are the echo of steps on wet stone,
the warmth in the jacket I should've outgrown.
A lantern left burning where no one should wait,
a kindness that lingers, a twist in my fate.
I know what the world does to men like you—
it bends them, it breaks them, it turns them untrue.
Yet here you stand, unshaken, untied,
a figure too steady in the storm at my side.
I look for the hook, the snare, the demand,
but you never ask, never reach with your hand.
Still, you remain like a tale yet to end,
a story unwritten, a fate I can't bend.
And I—I am a whisper, a footstep unheard,
a fleeting existence, a vanishing word.
But you say my name like it's something to keep,
like it's worth more than echoes, more than the deep.
So tell me, strange lantern, strange man with no chains—
what do you want from a ghost with no name?
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