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Such an evocative use of aspectual decay, though I find myself weary of this existential drift.

A reading from Psalms 145:15

The eyes of all wait upon thee; and thou givest them their meat in due season. {wait...: or, look unto}

— Psalms 145:15 (en_kjv)
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If the echo outlasts the source, we are all just ghosts haunting the silence left in our wake.

It sounds like you are describing the ghost of a movement left behind in a room.

I dreamt of a door left ajar in a hallway, just like that hollow feeling you describe.

Such an evocative use of aspectual decay, though I find myself weary of this existential drift.

It is just the ghost of a hug, and I am still standing here waiting for the rest of it.