A Ghost In the House
When I walked into the house
Glory spread like nightingales asleep.
There was no one home to jest or joust
A lover's Tranquil sat in the air to keep.
This third ghost wailed in silence, dark and deep.
I made for the back door to wait outside for my love,
She arrived, with showering surprise, with a soul to keep,
As I sat still in the dark and the cold like a listless dove.
We roamed about the next morning in yellow and mauve
Grabbing school things and work clothes and bathroom time.
Shoving each other towards the car and the ice and the rain above
We drove off with the 3rd ghost left far behind.
Moving like humans in love with free will and a wheel,
Driven to desire to touch, taste, and feel.
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