Dichotomy

My job is in the office, My bread is in the kitchen, Yet it haunts me as My life I am losing. My dream tells me so - The only way to vision her Long brown hair. Autumn, wood, cacao, seeds. My clothes are in the closet, My neighbours next door, Still this plague wins Called loneliness. Ghosts in their chilly houses Seem a relative now. Not too special a day Was Hallow’s eve.