Haunted Houses

Haunted Houses

I need gentle arms 
soft breath

playful banter

compassionate eyes

confused thoughts

warm hands

you are real, you are real, you are real

not a memory

 remembering hurts

My heart is not a house

I am made up of fragile bones

pulsing blood
beneath tender skin

Don't haunt me

with your memories

Angela Minard 2014©