All of my life, I have

seen you

heard you

felt you

even smelled you

but I know so little about you.

You're the whisper in the corner of my room

When everyone else is asleep.

You're the blackness floating above me,

While I stand damp and afraid.

You're the man on the stairs that becomes

The man that wasn't there.

I have heard that places aren't haunted.

Only people.

You continue to prove that.

Even tonight.