Whisper Poem by NoName Unidentified

Somewhere near,
somewhere close,
I hear you whisper like a ghost.

Your body is gone,
but your soul is still here.
Sometimes I feel the lingering fear.

The beautiful light,
the beautiful dark,
either way, you leave a mark.

I still remember that dreadful night.
The night you were decieved by a knife.

The blood has stained,
a deep dark red,
on the pillow, where you once laid your head

Now you whisper everyday,
about how you always wanted to stay.
And when I hear your sorrowful cries,
I regret not ever saying goodbye.