On Buying More Than an Old House
I know you're here. I keep seeing things in
the corner of my eye, catching your small
blurry shadow darting between the thin
barley twists of the stair balusters. All
this time, you've been a ghost here. I don't care
if you stay on. Please, don't be scared of
me, and don't be scared away. Be aware,
too, that we don't need to meet. It's enough
to know that you are here. It's
okay with me if we two co-exist.
You haunt, I'll just pretend you aren't there.
