haunted houses, buildings, never
people, themselves, but
we are, I think, haunted.
I, or you, with ghosts
of this world, never
saying much, no
oOoOoohs or aAaAaahs or
clanking chains in fogs
that we see, no
bedsheets draped
on dusty chairs
in dusty rooms
lined with creaky floor boards.
just us as we are -
a bit… oblivious
to us as we are.
and like all good ghosts
they dwell and scare
away those that come to visit.
