Residing Spirit

Last night I dreamed, your house decayed away In that same way, your body must be now Your memory is lost in me somehow What you once were, dissolved beneath the clay Your house remained, on that the final day As your remains were lowered down below Still in your living room, your things would show Residing spirit you, in there would stay The dream I had, has turned my head around For in it came despair, I had not felt Your house and with it you were rotting down The place in which your spirit always dwelt I’m lonely now, as you are really gone Residing spirit me, must now move on [I tweaked this slightly after Andrea's wonderful advice;constructive advise is one reason I am here on Poetry Soup]