The motley disarray
Of rotting love that never died
And never went away -
Leaving just your quiet ghosts
Crouching in the hall,
Drifting through the empty rooms,
Touching every wall.
Unhappy house where secrets live
Festering, congealed,
Heavy hearts still breaking;
Wounds that never healed.

Unhappy house I think of you
All along the years;
I still run crying in my dreams
Back up familiar stairs,
To where your murmuring shadows
Still tread the dusty floor,
Still watch behind the windows,
Still wait behind the door.
Phantoms from the long ago,
Trapped in their distress,
Wrap their arms around my soul
With dreadful tenderness.