He lives in a cold and empty house
Where lightbulbs hang from silver chains
And lonely ghosts live within
The cracking, creaking wooden walls
He leaves out his favorite books for them
And listens to footsteps beneath the floorboards
He plays piano,
a reclusive recital for empty rooms
And they keep each other's soft-spoken secrets.
YOU ARE READING
They Want to be Heard
PuisiA book of poems for the many different imaginary friends and characters I have. They tell me what they want to say and I write it for them. Perhaps some of you can figure out who the speaker is.
