Holly Ghost

I love you quietly,

In the spaces where I’m seen,

A place I’m not at home,

Where silence cuts so clean.

At home, my voice is muted,

My presence barely known,

But here, with you, I find myself—

A heart that’s never alone.

You speak with warmth,

Where words have been denied,

In your eyes, I find a light

Where shadows once had lied.

I shouldn’t love you this way,

I know the guilt it brings,

But at home, I’m just a ghost,

While with you, my spirit sings.

I love you because you listen,

Because you see me clear,

A refuge from the apathy,

That lives where I disappear.

At home, I’m just a whisper,

But with you, I come alive—

I love you not for what you give,

But for how I feel when I survive.