A house by the sea,
full of one ghost.
She lives with me,
my gaunt, tired ghost.
I see her during the day,
I see her during the night,
she lives with me,
for I am this very ghost.
Tag: ghost
Tempt
Scratching at the front door,
the cold wind moves from a whisper to a wail.
Soft slippers sit side by side,
a desire to slip into my slippers and walk downstairs.
Sorrowfully waiting for the scratching to end,
you tempt me to return to you.
Ghost
Nothing tangible
to touch tonight,
his ghost
an ethereal plume.
C & K 