Not by demons, goblins, or ghouls
not with screams of terror
But with happy moments between he and I,
the giggling secret rendezvous
crunching grass where we danced
hidden behind the baseball field and trees
The paths we walked, speaking of the future
The bench where we were lovers in blossom

When you let me go
The weeping willow cried almost as loud as I did
Violent wind ripping her branches to and fro,
setting fire to her roots and burning everything she'd ever known


I still feel you walking side by side in tandem when I go back to it
My local park is haunted by my ex-fiancé
Maybe it's time to move.