It was the day when you said nothing that spoke the loudest.
In that same day, I felt a chill pass through me. It must have been your ghost.
The words stuck on the tip of my tongue toppled over the brim of my lips and fell.
Heavy like a weighted lure, they found the ground quick.
I walked right over them, lifting my legs high.
I felt a cold push on my back, and I propelled myself forward.