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