A ghost wanders in my heart
down corridors of broken hopes.
It’s an empty place
visited by this intransient specter.
I am just the landlord of this wretched property,
unable to evict its lone resident.
I think she must be lost.
I hear crying some nights muted by these tired gray walls;
These same walls that were once so strong and full of life.
It’s all shadow now and solitary but for the lifeless spirit,
and yet it is only fitting for something so