we are ghosts in this house

I am a ghost in this house

A shadow of the past
Shapeless m
Moving around you silently
Carefully stepping on the stair steps that don't creak
Sliding along the oak floors
Wearing invisible clothes that don't crease

Wondering aimlessly for your warmth to come back
Grace me with your presence once more
To be as we were solid,
Unbent,
Perfection.

You are a ghost in this house
A breeze through the attic window that shimmers the curtains
The cold side of the bed
Wondering awake till we meet again

We walk circles round one another
Our hands never touch
Our bodies never meet

I look for you in everything
Room to room but no luck

I am a ghost in this house

You bound up the stairs loudly but never make a sound
I turn as I think I see a shadow
Sitting on our bed with your head in your hands a crying broken man

We are ghosts in this house
One alive one dead moving around each other
Forever looking

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is hauntingly beautiful.The idea that two people are separated by death but still yearning to be with each other is very sad.Well written a great piece:)