This house.

This house whispers to me. Since you died I swear I can hear you moving in its walls. I want to scratch the wallpaper away and find the cracks. I want to peer in because I want to see you again, pale and transparent like mist. You only ever used to speak to me in my dreams but I haven’t slept in months.

I close the curtains because I’m frightened of the light. I sit here in the darkness waiting for you to return to me. My soul is beginning to fade into the shadows and I no longer can sense the differences between myself and the dark.