there’s a ghost in the halls of this place <br />that’s what they tell me, and last night <br />the stairs creaked, the lights flickered <br />and the room smelled faintly of jasmine <br /> <br />I went to bed and dreamed of one, light <br />as a feather, softer than air, and she hummed <br />a lullaby, with a smile on her face, with <br />a beat in her heart, with a breeze in her hair <br /> <br />and I woke up to an empty bed with sun- <br />beam streaming in, with no song in my head <br />no beat in my heart, I dressed with a <br />hopeful eye, the smell of jasmine on my shirt <br /> <br />and its in my car three blocks from home <br />at the rail crossing on Third I grasped <br />how very hard it is to say <br />goodbye<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-place-is-haunted-i/
