Ghosts

I am a ghost in this house

A shadow of the past shapeless moving around you silently
Stepping on the stair steps that don't creak
Sliding along the oak floors
Wearing invisible clothes that don't crease

Wandering constantly for your warmth to come back
Grace me with your presence once more
To be as we were
Solid,unbent perfection

You are a ghost in this house
A breeze through the attic window that shimmers the curtains
The cold side of the bed
Wandering awake until 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 are 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 dead one alive
Moving around each other
Forever looking