“Flickerfields”

Sleep slips in like silver smoke,
Whispers woven, wilted hope.
She’s dancing down those dusk-lit lanes,
Laughing light through lover’s rain.

Fingertips on phantom skin,
Chasing charms that could have been.
We were wildfire, we were wind,
Echoed eyes where dreams begin.

Now every night’s a neon reel,
Spinning sparks I swore were real.
Time took truth and made it twirl,
But she still glows in ghostworld curls.

In flickerfields she finds me,
Where the moon makes mirrors of memory.
Not gone — just gently faded,
A fire never fully jaded.
She’s the storm I still sleep through,
The softest shade of “what if” blue.

Pages pressed with perfume past,
Moments made but couldn’t last.
High school halls and half-spoke hearts,
Playing roles in separate parts.

Sunsets sealed in secret codes,
Smiles we left on backroads.
She was silence in my sound,
Still the calm that calls me down.

I see her in the subtle seams,
Between the dark and daylight dreams.
She’s the song I never sung,
The thread where all the words were hung.

In flickerfields she finds me,
Where the moon makes mirrors of memory.
Not gone — just gently faded,
A fire never fully jaded.
She’s the storm I still sleep through,
The softest shade of “what if” blue.

Fate forgot to follow through,
But the soul still knows what it knew.
Not every bond breaks with breath —
Some live in lullabies and death.

In flickerfields she finds me,
Floating far from finality.
We were a dream not made to stay,
But I still see her —
Soft and sweet in silver-gray.

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