you'll come back because ghosts always do that, they tend to haunt the houses they left you'll get close to me and say how much you care about me while you're caressing my arm and i can only look at the way your skin is getting tan and old and how mine is looking a little more pale and dead than yours as if I am the ghost but I am not (I am, after all, the haunted house) you have lost weight you have lost your hair and that charming self you used to be but you haven't lost the ability to make me cry every time you leave