I am of the belief that one haunts all of the homes

In which they have once lived throughout their life

The houses where I spent my childhood years

Still echo to my laughter and gentle brutality

 

I have loved most of the houses of my residence

And have very fond memories of my first independence

The student rooms in a shadowed quad neglected casually

Until shared with a girl who organised my college life

 

I will never consider revisiting any of my previous homes

As that would crush memories both dull and bright

And upset the intricate patterns laid by the ghosts

Of my journeys now spent but not yet completed