🕊️ by Samantha Syrnich TLC
© 2025

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2:30 a.m. | July 20th, 2025
The house is silent —
no hum, no clock, only me and the echo of her voice.
I pressed play at this hour, and she sang:

“If I walk down this hallway tonight it’s too quiet / So I pad through the dark and call you on the phone.”

My feet moved before my thoughts.
That hallway —
it’s the one in my memories,
the one I’ve paced knowing you aren’t there.
Still, I call the number.
Logical? No.
Vital? Absolutely.

Then:

“Push your old numbers and let your house ring ’til I wake your ghost.”

I closed my eyes and let the ring fill the void.
It’s not denial—
it’s remembrance.
A pulse. A heartbeat I refuse to lose.

When she and Michael Stipe’s voices intertwined:

“You were in my dream / I think last night.”

— Kristin, I get it.
Michael, I feel you.
That lyric knotted in me —because some nights, you’re driving circles around me.

The song doesn’t fix anything.
It doesn’t promise closure or forgiveness.
It doesn’t even promise me a path forward.
But for one perfect moment at 2:30 a.m.,
it held the shape of my grief and made it singable, voiceable, bearable.

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This is my midnight confession:

I wake ghosts.
Because memory matters.
Because love can outlive absence.
Because I am still here —and feeling still means I’m still alive.

Kristin Hersh – Your Ghost
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