The Fake Empire
“I flew home, stood at your grave, feeling a void of not having you around.
I avoided everything that reminded me of you…
Until one night I sat in bed reminded of your smile,
Your eyes, your golden blonde hair…
Now I stay with your ghosts.”
My chest felt tight... I felt both seen and heard. I didn’t know how to describe it. It felt like the singer went into my heart and knew exactly how I felt. I look at the screen on the dash. Rae Hartley. Interesting...
“I sing to your ghost, dance with your ghost.
I listen to your voicemail — any piece of you is precious and beautiful.”