Everything is different

Everything is the same

The ghost in my kitchen

Is driving me insane

He likes to leave his breadcrumbs

For me to pick them up

But then he turns around

And asks to fill my cup

I wonder why he lingers,

Why he wants to stick around

But when I ask he only sighs:

“What’s lost cannot be found”

He wanders through the hallways

His spirit is this house

After all the steps he’s taken

He will never rouse

The ghost has left my kitchen

Life’s back to mundane

Everything is different

Everything is the same