There are no ghosts, you said,

there are no ghosts;

only the memories

and those we have left behind.

Or have been left by

by those who moved

to another place

from where there is no return.

Yet, when the stars flicker

glittering through my tears

and the skies are silent

at that moment when the day deflates

sighing in surrender

to the night, your voice speaks

to me, “do not call out

if you do not want an answer.”