La Calaca a Day - #30

(Image from here)

IN THIS

In this house you would come to believe
in ghosts and lives beyond the grave. Here
noises configure themselves into the voices
of those who've gone. "Cyril!" calls a wife
lost to cancer; a dead dog's nametag chinks
against the brass of her collar; the creak
of an opening door, a footstep
on a warped floorboard, and someone
you've loved comes to breathe your name
once again,  and now in Autumn the wind
moaning beneath the eaves, and the small tornadoes
of leaves lifted in frenzied gusts
scratch against the window late at night
like the feeble clawing of all our loves
wanting to come back, wanting to make us
believe that we can ever be reunited.
 

~Mikey Fatboy Delgado~
Life and War