The Ghost Poem by jan hansen

The Ghost

I tend to wake up at three in the morning
So, I woke up in an cold bedroom we can't afford
To keep any electric heaters on at night
I sensed I was not alone, the someone was watching me
I used to be fearful of this none person thought it was someone, perhaps a woman who I had loved and left, but since women had left me
Not the other way around, it must be something else
I decided it was my old dog Bami she was out
Of habit back to see if I was safe
I spoke softly to her called her darling thanked
Her for the thirteen years we were together
At ease now, she left I got up walked on an icy floor to the kitchen, drank water and thought
What if the presence was not my dog but
Something sinister that would let me sleep
Guiltless in my bed