A single ghost came by last night
peering into my windows
Looking for an explanation.

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
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