You whisper to me in the morning
You hold me close
I feel your warm heart beat
But you are but just a ghost
A figment of my imagination
A dream yet unfulfilled
The need of your warm embrace
To wipe away the tears that spilled
A whisper, a touch, a delicate hand
A shadow in my bed
An imprint of fond memories
To fill the heart that's bled
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