Haunted

I wake up in cold sweats

To an empty bed,

Shivering, drenched

In sweat,

Most of all, alone.

We both knew

No matter how much

We lied to ourselves,

That a stuffed hippo

And your blanket

Would never be enough.

There are shadows in the halls

That should belong to you.

Two extra pillows

That do.

God d****t!

This house is empty,

But I'm the one

Who's haunted.

Torrin A. Greathouse

Reviews

[Emily B]

this is good stuff, glad you invited me here