Just my imagination, painting you in midnight blue,
I trace your name on fogged-up glass, the city lights confuse.
Your laughter spills like vinyl gold, a ghost I almost knew,
I reach—but palms keep meeting air, the dusk slips through.
Heartbeat drums a quiet storm, I sway within the breeze,
You’re kissing me in daydreams, then dissolve among the trees.
If love’s a fleeting silhouette, I’ll frame it, let it be—
My secret carousel of stars, forever running free.