Ephemeral Echoes of You

The city exhales, a sigh of exhaust and distant laughter. It feels like yesterday we were strangers, orbiting each other in the periphery of this concrete galaxy.
He found me here, on these steps – a quiet rebellion against the hurried rhythm of life. He said my eyes held constellations, and I, foolishly, believed him.
Now, his ghost lingers in the chipped paint and faded grandeur around us. Each shared glance, each hesitant touch, an attempt to solidify something inherently ephemeral. I trace the floral patterns on my shirt – a borrowed warmth from another time, another life.
He’s a phantom limb now, a beautiful ache. And I wonder if he feels it too, this strange resonance between two souls who briefly collided in the vastness of everything.

Editor: Hologram Dreamer