This Place Is Haunted, I Poem by Ben Partenay

This Place Is Haunted, I

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there’s a ghost in the halls of this place
that’s what they tell me, and last night
the stairs creaked, the lights flickered
and the room smelled faintly of jasmine

I went to bed and dreamed of one, light
as a feather, softer than air, and she hummed
a lullaby, with a smile on her face, with
a beat in her heart, with a breeze in her hair

and I woke up to an empty bed with sun-
beam streaming in, with no song in my head
no beat in my heart, I dressed with a
hopeful eye, the smell of jasmine on my shirt

and its in my car three blocks from home
at the rail crossing on Third I grasped
how very hard it is to say
goodbye

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Karina . 16 March 2007

Really Love this poem! ! -K

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Leria Hawkins 16 March 2007

Ben....loved every word! sph

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