Haunted House

Haunted House

It's haunted now.
Our house, our home, our life, what used to be.

It creeps around and lurks in corners waiting for me.  There as I open doors and see the hangers in a row, empty and dusty where your clothes used to go.  Or in the spaces long time shared, now the shelves are openly bare.
Each time I shudder, stop and stare, do my eyes deceive me? What happened here?

I think I see you, the scene so clear, it can't be memory it feels so real, in spite of myself I reach out to touch what once was filled with all your stuff and like a phantom there's nothing there-just the echo of love we shared.

So haunted this house that once was home.
What killed love that we once owned?
Was it fear or pride or selfishness? Ego, lust or avarice? Growing old or grown a part?
Hardened head or hardened heart?

Whatever the cause one thing is clear I feel the ghost of you everywhere.