Lost Soul

Floor boards creaking in this one particular room

she always sits at the end of my bed

how do I know?

because the mattress suddenly drops inward

as if she jumps to sit on it

and her presence brings a sharp cold

a profound silence

I’m trying to quiet my breathing

afterall, maybe she doesn’t know I’m here?

I’m numb I cannot move

my eyes tightly closed

although I’m curious to see her

I’m terrified

who she is?

alas, my numbness is my savior

what if …

she’s my very own soul?