The Ghost of You

In the morning's hush, I sit alone,
The wind whispers secrets, softly blown.
Among the trees, where shadows dance,
I find myself in a wistful trance.

Memories linger in the park's embrace,
Your laughter echoes in this quiet space.
Leaves rustle, like whispers of the past,
Reminders of a love that couldn't last.

The ghost of you, in every breeze,
Brings both solace and gentle tease.
Though you're gone, your presence stays,
In the silent, solitary, morning haze.