The Haunting

Creeping, silently through the halls

Raising the hair on the back of my neck

to full attention

Heart, racing like a horse on the tracks.

The breath falling out of my

heavy chest, weighted

Deepened

It was then I realized

 for the first time I went to bed without you

I crawled into sheets that seemed cooler 

without your extra warmth and 

I have ice inside my veins now

Delicate girl

he said

you'd never hold it together

Even though you moved mountains

to clear his path to your heart

to your soul

You were his vessel, to pour his sorrows in

all the things he couldn't 

take about himself he gave them to you

so he could walk on like nothing was wrong.

He walked on like nothing was wrong.

All the dust he gathered on his travels

settled inside your lungs

and this is why it's so hard to breathe

I think.