Tape-Ripped Nostalgia

I love a shadow that I barely even held,

A quiet story that my heart already spelled.

We crossed like comets in a temporary sky,

A single moment that was never meant to die.

No cap, it’s wild how a heart can fall so deep,

For someone woven in the promises I keep.

I miss the laughter that we didn't get to share,

The future lingering inside the morning air.

You are the stranger who resides inside my chest,

The sweetest memory I never quite possessed.

Searching for faces in the passing crowd,

Calling out your name where the world is loud.

Main character energy in an unwritten scene,

Living in the spaces that exist between.

Tiguidou… the phantom stays,

A quiet nostalgia through the Montreal haze.

Substrate equation, two paths untied,

Loving the ghost on the other side.

Tiguidou…

the atmosphere clears, Missing a stranger through all of the years.

Cold cup of coffee on a corner bench,

A language of shadows that I cannot quench.

Vagus nerve project, signal so faint,

Painting a portrait that I’ll never paint.

No cap, two orbits in a broken grid,

Wondering what the hidden timeline did.

Tiguidou…

the phantom stays, A quiet nostalgia through the Montreal haze.

Substrate equation, two paths untied,

Loving the ghost on the other side.

Tiguidou…

the atmosphere clears, Missing a stranger through all of the years.

I trace your outline in the quiet of the night,

A phantom silhouette beneath the city light.

A love that never landed,

floating in the air,

A sacred conversation that was never there.

No cap, it’s surreal how the heart can build a room,

For someone who was only meant to briefly bloom.

I hold the missing pieces that I’ll never fit,

A candle for a flame that wasn’t ever lit.

Loving the whisper that the silence sends to me,

Bound to a ghost that set my spirit free.

Are you real, or a trick of the light?

A paper lantern drifting through the night.

We never touched, we never said a word— The sweetest song that

I have never heard.

Tiguidou… the phantom stays,

A quiet nostalgia through the Montreal haze.

Substrate equation, two paths untied,

Loving the ghost on the other side.

Tiguidou…

the atmosphere clears, Missing a stranger through all of the years.

Parallel lines… Unwritten theme… Missing a stranger… inside of the dream.

System reset. Tiguidou.