it haunts so gently


The stairs creak, the hallways cry
The life once spent on them. 
A full circle that
Ends with another person and
You will mistake it for life. 

The explosion of sounds as you sit quiet
The movie these walls have seen. 
A curtain that
Never falls and 
You will mistake it for quiet. 

Maybe a picture hiding by the books, on
The evening sunlit bookshelf. 
A firm feeling that 
Holds you every evening and 
You will mistake it for care. 

Half sewn sweaters that hide 
The half life that still dwells here.
A cozy corner that 
Will make you feel warm and
You will mistake it for summer. 

"I can live here", a voice said. 
All my life? Maybe yes
A house so haunting that 
It haunts so gently and 
You will mistake it for love. 

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