Sometimes haunt
revisiting that
this haunts
having once
been haunted
I imagine
my heart
like some
lost and
lonely house
at the
end of
the lane
and line
lost except
for the
wandering candles
that appear
in rooms
looking for
what they’d
lost there
Sometimes haunt
revisiting that
this haunts
having once
been haunted
I imagine
my heart
like some
lost and
lonely house
at the
end of
the lane
and line
lost except
for the
wandering candles
that appear
in rooms
looking for
what they’d
lost there