Three in the Morning

You are the ghost in my attic.

My family is convinced that you mean me no harm.

Maybe even that you're like fae

And I should leave you cream and shortbread on the topmost stair.

I don't think you mean to haunt me,

Really, I just...experience you as a spectre

Clinging to my laundry like static.

Every now and then I see a shadow shaped like you;

Catch them dancing with you in the kitchen;

Find the cream and shortbread disturbed.

You play loud music at three in the morning;

The sharp key of pain rouses me from my everyday doings.

Every now and then I see a shadow shaped like you;

Catch them dancing with you in the kitchen.

Why are you so content to be the ghost in my attic?