A ghost in silence

It's true, I miss you every day,

It's true, I wish you were here every day.

Yet I don't want you to remember me,
Not even for a fleeting second to be.

I want to remain unseen and unknown,
A quiet shadow, wandering alone;
Close enough to feel your presence near,
Yet far enough that you'll never hear.

A ghost with no footsteps, no name to call,
Just passing silently beyond it all.
No disturbance, no claim, no sign—
Only a quiet feeling that remains mine.