Ghosts in this house

I am a  ghost in this house 
A shadow of the past, shapeless 
moving around you silently
Carefully stepping on the stair steps that don't creak
Sliding  along the oak floors
Wearing invisible clothes that don't crease

wondering constantly for your warmth to come back
grace me with your presence once more
To be as we were
solid unbent, perfection
 
You are a ghost in this house
The breeze through the attic window that shimmers the curtains
The cold side of the bed
Wondering constantly for us to meet again

We  walk circles round each other
Our  hands never touch
Our bodies never meet
I look for you in everything
room to room but no luck

I am a ghost in this house

You bound up the stairs but never make a sound 
I turn as I think I see a shadow
Sitting on our bed with your head in your hands 
A crying broken man

We are ghosts in this house
One alive one dead 
Moving around each other
Forever looking