Walk Among The Living

Spirits of the dead walk among the living,
Wandering aimless they glide upon the Earth
In search of love ones they have missed.
They search high and low until some spirits find their way to our houses.
At first they enter as quite as a mouse,
Then they head up to the attics.
They begin rummaging around finding old photographs
To see what we have been up to since they left us to the ground below.
They make so much noise
In their quest to see us
They wake us with a start
As once they did when they lived among us
Hoping somehow we will know
That it was them all along
Wishing we will not forget them from our lives.

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