I can feel you still

up in the rafters

a silent presence, watching

waiting for the perfect moment

to trail almost silent footsteps across the floor

a creaking, a longing

an evanescent revenant

You haunt me.

but not your ghost

for the only thing that perished

was your interest, your intent

sometimes the silence is louder than the screams

then you fade

back through the walls

rising away on currents of air

drifting, dimming, more transparent still

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