The house is empty now.
My footsteps echo
like there are two people here.
Someone else will move in.
But they will not be alone.
I look at the holes in the plaster
where your pictures hung.
And I can see you there.
Inside the cracks in the ceiling.
You stay watching.
When I pass this house
and peer into the gaps
in the curtains.
I will see you.
We will be silent ghost
Inside this place forever.
Ghost of what we once were.
Eventually no one
will remember anything.
Except for me
When I think of you.