The house was haunted
The family fled
They couldn't find the priest
So they got me instead.

I read aloud my poems
Full of sorrow and pain,
About dreary things
And nearly going insane.

"My Gawd", the ghosts cried
" This is fierce gloomy stuff,
I thought we were bad
But this, Enough! Enough! "

Well they wailed and they shrieked
And they wailed some more
Then holding their ears
They ran out the door.

Even ghosts they desert me I thought
After they'd gone
They'd never even heard of a sorrow
   so deep
Or a pain as sharp as mine.

I sat there all alone in the silent house
With not a whisper, no! not a mouse
When all of a sudden there came
   something strange
A little sound like that of slow trickling
   water.

"Have you something to say to me
   House", I asked
"Before I up and leave you forever",
The little sound, it stopped all at once
   and looked up
As if very surprised at having been
   discovered.

I rose to leave
But quickly turned back amazed
When from down & out of the
   chimney
Crept this little voice so slight & warm
   & tender.

" Forgive me Sir", it said,
"But I could contain myself no longer,
That little sound you hear, the tiny
   trickle
Is but the teardrops from my eyes
   dripping

Such a pain and sorrow as yours
I never heard before
Those anguish drenched words
They seeped through my walls right
   into my heart

They pierced me deeply,
Yea, they pretty near tore me apart,
I'll remember you Sir when you're
   gone
I don't think I could ever forget you".

I listened and was sorely moved
"Thank you House ", I said, "thank
    you, thank you kindly"
And turning again at the front door
"Goodbye House, look after those
   who'll live here, won't you".

Outside the birds, they were singing
And up in the sky, the sun
The sun, it was shining.

and there we were
for one second rushing through millions, time felt like it had just...stopped
and it was just us
it was your lips on my neck
and your fingers pressed on my skin
it was our clothes strewn on the floor and my legs brushing up against you
it was the feeling of being desperately needed that filled the air around us
and engulfed our bodies

...you had me, then. you had all of me.

Waist deep I find myself submerged in snow.
The feeling cut off at the base of my knees,
It seems I've lost all control.
The cold burns my eyes and when I close them I see the faint outline of your profile.
It drowns out the roaring winds submerging my existence, this waltz I've chosen to reconcile.
Those watching over me know I've buried myself here,
And there's a gleam off in the distance letting me know that they're near.
Accompanied by a shrill echo of an introduction ,
As I fixate on this image behind my eyes.
Repercussion
A whisper near my shoulder says to "Let it be",
But the hum against the nape of my neck rhythms "Wait, there's something left to see".
While recollecting how the warmth of your breath feels against my lower spine,
I admit with tears freezing to my face, this has been my foregoing decline.
With every beat my heart slows as calm as a dying breeze
After that last crosswind , my final decision to set you free

I am reminded of you everywhere I go. I see the bustling people and I think of your busy hands. The color of the air perfectly matches your eyes. Even the sounds bring you to mind. I no longer am displeased by these resemblances; I find them oddly comforting. To see someone you love everywhere you go is a beautiful thing to shoulder.
But of this I am haunted: do you see me too? Or am I alone in my indulgence of another? Have you forgotten me?

bones of truth
rattle in the cupboard
and they make for
a most disconcerting
sound
like as if the conscience
of past foul deeds
are awakening
to be relived
again

they who hear the bones
being haunted throughout life
the rattling in the mind
that petrifying fife

no key keeps
them suppressed
ever they'll
wish to be heard
and the possession
of them
so unsettling
the beholders

my pale blue hand
hovered like a baby bird
over the mirror shards

a starry sky, a starry sky

my pale blue hand, the pendulum
drained cardinal sins
in the blood-warm bathwater