she always turns a light on
when she thinks of me
checks under the bed
to see if i left behind
a kiss
or a rose
or a dead body
she can't shake the feeling
that i'm still there
haunting her from inside the walls
her recollections
both dear and eerie
fond and frightening
wistfully terrified
the hairs stand up on her arms
and she shakes it out like an exorcism
memories turn into ghost stories
and she always turns a light on
when she thinks of me
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