Abandoned Hallways


I may be haunted by a cunning specter.

In the back hallways of my brain

Long since abandoned

I catch the scent of another.

Sniff again and it is gone.

Hear a footstep and a closing door and nothing else.

I run from room to room

Opening hangered closets

Craning under stripped beds

To find this apparition yet to be confirmed.


I stand breathless on worn linoleum

Sucking in stale air

A facet dripping into a rust-stained sink.

There is a slight scrape in the next room.

As I move to the door to continue my pursuit

I glimpse a possibly familiar face in a mirror clouded over.

Look again and it is gone.