we are ghosts in this house
I am a ghost in this house
A shadow of the past shapeless moving around you silently.
Carefully stepping on the stair steps that don't creak.
Sliding along the oak floors.
Wearing invisible clothes that don't crease.
Wondering constantly for your warmth to come back.
Grace me with your presence once more.
To be as we were solid
You are a ghost in this house
A breeze through the attic window that shimmers the curtains.
The cold side of the bed.
Wondering awake untill we meet again.
We walk circles round one another
Our hands never touch
Our bodies never meet.
I look for you in everything
Room to room but no luck
You am a ghost in this house
You bound up the stairs loudly but never make a sound.
I turn as I think I see a shadow.
Sitting on our bed with your head in your hands
A crying broken man
We are ghosts in this house
One alive, one dead
Moving around one another
But forever looking
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