Calenture

Have you ever seen a real miracle?

You were my favorite ghost in the faded halls of youth,
an unfinished sentence carved in silence.

Then fate unfolded in crowded streets
A divine miscalculation
The city gave you back like some cruel exhume.
Lights blur as people pass, eight years of change, and there you are,
smiling like time never broke us apart.

Canals like dreams, rain tracing constellations on foggy windows,
neons bleeding through old wounds
and for a single season I believed in mercy.

But everything you craved called your name,
Your chance, your escape
So I swallowed my despair and dressed it as devotion.
How could I've chained the ocean to my shore?

To care is to release.
Absence is a religion I never chose,
But I kneel to it every day, praying to nothing.

Your silhouette pressed itself into the glass beside me.
A reflection slipping backward into the rain

God offered you back to me
only to prove he never cared.

I'm the ghost of a ghost, haunting a ship that was never mine.
As the surface shimmers with the promise of air
The deeper I drown, the clearer your voice becomes
And the worst part is I still pray for rain.

You were the answer, but not the ending.