The Ghost in My Kitchen
April 6, 2022Everything 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