Vacancy

I have found a room in the house,

that you would no longer haunt.

I have barricaded myself in

this room,

and have tried to dream

your ghost

away.

But your wailing

fills the halls.

And your shrieks

echo in the stairwells.

Your chill seeps through

the cracks,

and your lavender tinged

perfume wafts in the air.

But the real you,

you’re not here.

There’s only a lonely  ghost.

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