She haunts the hallways in my head.
An alluring apparition, so well read,
Called her a ghost but she’s not dead. 

We only speak when I’m in bed,
sound asleep, waiting on words she never said.

Pretty poltergeist on the tip of my pen,
How long has it been since we were friends?

Pretty poltergeist on the edge of my bed,
Remember when we used to play pretend?

Portrait on the screen, foreshadow my dreams:
a home where I can be much more than I seem,
the kingdom where you’re Queen.

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