Walking with Ghosts

We lit a candle on Dauphine Street,

Whispered names we used to be.

Your shadow swayed beside me

Like it remembered every beat.

The moon was gold like honey,

But the air felt cold as bone—

Every step we took together

Felt like we weren’t alone.

And the night kept humming, rolling—

Low like a spell in the dark.

Every ghost we ever carried

Danced between our hearts.

Voodoo winds were calling,

Pulling us back through time,

To the lovers we were,

To the lives we left behind.

A woman sang on Burgundy

With incense in her hair,

Said, “Baby, you ain’t lost—

You just don’t know that you’re still here.”

Your hand felt like a stranger’s,

Familiar in a foreign way,

Like a promise half forgotten

Coming back to me to stay.

And the night kept humming, rolling—

Low like a spell in the dark.

Every ghost we ever carried

Danced between our hearts.

Voodoo winds were calling,

Pulling us back through time,

To the lovers we were,

To the lives we left behind.

We wandered through New Orleans

Where the streets turn soft and blue.

I think I saw our younger selves

Running right in front of you.

They smiled like we were blessings,

Not the ruins we became—

As if the spirits of our past

Still knew how to say our names.

And the night kept humming, rolling—

Low like a spell in the dark.

Every ghost we ever carried

Danced between our hearts.

Voodoo winds were calling,

Pulling us back through time,

Till the spirits whispered softly,

“You were magic all the time.”