Ghost in My Hands

Ghost in My Hands

I hold your name like glass,

cut my fingers every time.

Try to let you go but somehow

you still live between the lines.

You were fire in the beginning,

now you’re smoke in the wind,

I’m reaching for the memory

of what we never got to be again.

Every time I close my eyes

I swear I feel you breathe…

but when I reach to pull you closer

it’s just air in front of me.

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You’re a ghost in my hands,

slipping through every chance.

Love that never had a home

but took everything I am.

I try to hold on,

but you fade like quicksand—

how do I lose someone

I never fully had?

You’re a ghost in my hands…

but your heart still knows my name.

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You’re somewhere I can’t touch,

building walls out of your fear.

And I’m here breaking every thought

just trying not to disappear.

I gave you love without conditions,

you gave me truth without a voice,

and somehow I still blame myself

for the things you couldn’t choose.

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And I wish I could forget you

like you pretend you forgot me,

but my heart don’t lie the way

your silence learned to speak.

If letting go was easy,

I’d have done it long ago—

but you feel like unfinished destiny

written in my bones.

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You’re a ghost in my hands,

always close but never here.

Love that touched me like a promise

and disappeared into the fear.

I try to move on,

but your shadow still stands—

why am I haunted by the person

who never let me in?

You’re a ghost in my hands…

and somehow still my ache.