Emily Dickinson slept in my bed
Leaving behind a musty smell
As the sheets dripped poeticness
Her slant rhymes did as well

She scratched into my headboard
Words only Emily knows
Crying out from behind stain glass
The windows to her soul

Emily Dickinson left my bed sheets entangled
Breathing out her sighs in rhyme
The saddest sound that could be heard round
Was when Emily whispered goodbye