they no longer run from me
my spirit friends
they stay when I approach
they seem curious
gliding to and fro
their orbs moving about like bright moths
playing tag
and then there's the one
who stood by the bottom stair and watched me
  
she ran last time
up to her room like a scared child
but this time she observed
this time she shows no fear

her life was taken
her tears have lingered
unseen
her cries have gone
unheard
echoing through three centuries
of grief
here in the bows of Foxcroft
here in the ageless comfort of her home
where I have found her