We are like ghosts
Haunting each other in this house
Creaks and mysterious slams
Eerie silences but no words
Some writing on the walls
Threatening to upend
The life we've built
In this three bedroom "starter home"
Whispers only
We give each other wide bearth
Lest we pass right through each other
And shiver
As we corporealize
In front of the happy children
