One grey whisp on my back porch
wrapped around my smoking chair
uncomfortable and restless.

Who he was or what he was, I don't know
but as his eyes looked through me
cold lines ran down my back

One lone figure reappeared above my bed
as I tried to sleep
and a part of me recalled childhood fears:
dark closets and gruesome tree limbs

A single ghost came by last night,
seeking solace; finding none