there’s a ghost in the halls of this place
that’s what they tell me, and last night
the stairs creaked, the lights flickered
and the room smelled faintly of jasmine
I went to bed and dreamed of one, light
as a feather, softer than air, and she hummed
a lullaby, with a smile on her face, with
a beat in her heart, with a breeze in her hair
and I woke up to an empty bed with sun-
beam streaming in, with no song in my head
no beat in my heart, I dressed with a
hopeful eye, the smell of jasmine on my shirt
and its in my car three blocks from home
at the rail crossing on Third I grasped
how very hard it is to say
goodbye
Ben Paynter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-place-is-haunted-i/
