Headspace

Your ghost walks these halls

Breathes ice onto my mirror

Comments on my choice of whole wheat toast

Cradles me like a casket

Haunts me like a song

Your ghost dances these floors

Leaves words written on my walls

Laughs when I can’t find the keys

Hums like a premonition

Hovers like a head-cold

Your ghost holds these dusty bones

With creaking steps

And silent echoes