In the dark alleys of my mind
They run about.
Sometimes lost, sometimes found.
Sometimes emerging faintly through the dark
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Only the sounds of laughter left behind, Perhaps tiny footprints here and there. i love the imagery of these....yes, i know what you mean....these phantom words...
Nice poem. Creates an image which can be felt rather than seen.
Great use of anaphora in the first stanza, a strong conceit as a whole.