He is a ghost, trapped in silence confined to revisiting her as a nameless presence.

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He is a ghost, trapped in silence confined to revisiting her as a nameless presence.
The panic was starting, I didn't recognize myself, I lost all trace of me, that young woman is a ghost.
It's true, I was afflicted with work, I assure you it obscured the heart. I had become a mere ghost.
Listen carefully, the fall and rise struggling to be heard. This song was familiar, full of loneliness an old ballad imprisoned in his ghost.
His ghost watched her draw the curtains across empty air. She wished he was still alive, surely her uneventful life was nothing waiting for him.
Eternally secluded I felt impossible to connect, but I am surrounded with ordinary faces, with the resemblance of the ghost of my love, these thoughts a constant torment and monomania.