there’s a ghost in my attic,
she comes out when i am away
and plays with my stuff
and dances on my bed
happy to finally be alone
but when i come home
she runs away to hide
in her sad and dark places
grieving solitude lost
and i wonder what she looks like
but she will not show her face
though i hear her heart beating
late in the night
and it sends me to sleep
with its dark rhythm
and we speak in dreams