I had the wind chill

The door shuts

And the footsteps die

Whether in fear or

Resignation

I cannot say

Only that we spent

Much time together here

In this old room

This old house

Falling apart at the seams

Shattered windows

Broken lights

Grime and graffiti

Through the night

We talked

Or I think we talked

All the memories are hazy

You had your static box

Pulsing and crackling

And your lantern

Swaying as you turn

I had the wind chill

Shaking the foundations or

Whispering down your spine

“I’m here, I’m here”

And when you leave

At sunrise

Your footsteps fading to silence

I hope you come back

I am lonely here 

In this empty room

This empty house

Haunted only by me