the ghost

The Ghost I tend to wake up at three in the morning So, I woke up in acold bedroom we can’t afford To keep any electric heaters on at night I sensed I was not alone, the someone was watching me I used to be fearful of this none person thought it was someone, perhaps a woman who I had loved and left, but since women had left me Not the other way around, it must be something else I decided it was my old dog Bami she was out Of habit back to see if I was safe I spoke softly to her called her darling thanked Her for the thirteen years we were together At ease now she left I got up walked on an icy floor to the kitchen, drank water and thought What if the presence was not my dog but Something sinister that would let me sleep Guiltless in my bed