I was homeless within these eyes,

a quiet place where my longing lies,

but every time I called your name,

the echo came — yet not the same.

I sowed my heart in hopeful ground,

and watered dreams without a sound;

they bloomed for you — pale, trembling flowers,

that never felt your tender hours.

You smiled — the sun — I turned to see,

but its light was never meant for me.

Your warmth was meant for skies above,

while I remained the shade of love.

Now silence hums where words once grew,

and all my thoughts return to you.

Unseen, unknown, I fade apart —

the ghost you keep inside your heart.

Dejan Živko