The Haunting


I crept silently in your room
where you are dying.
You dream much these days.
You tend to be asleep
when I come to visit.
I am quiet.
I draw you butterflies
on your poster boards.
Yet, there are times
when you are awake
and you see me.
We look at each other
and say nothing.
I know it’s hard for you to talk
and I don’t have anything to say
when I visit.
I keep coming to check on you,
but often times, you don’t see me
or even recognize me when I am there.


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