Ghostly Encounter
Reflection
In the depths of a midnight sky, two specters meet,
Their ethereal forms, a dance so discreet.
A table between them, a glass in hand,
A toast to memories, in a world so grand.
Their faces, a map of lines and time,
A story told, in a silent rhyme.
The chairs, a witness to their gentle sway,
As they converse, in a world away.
The glasses, a symbol of their past,
A connection made, that will forever last.
In this moment, they are free to be,
Two souls, entwined, in harmony.