If you think about it,
I am far too easily haunted.
I sleep all day and play all night.
Yet it is always a surprising delight,
To find that, again, a person might,
Spend their time causing me fright.
Living or dead makes the difference, not.
Their breath be cool or aura, hot.
Anyone who will, let my mind rot.
And visit me, until you are caught.
But if you choose to stay, you may
I will never tell you to go away
Company is Company, as I say.
Alone no more, if you would stay.
Silly to say, I've grown fond of you
Or at least, the image my head makes me see
When I'm too far to really be near you.
- Lillian Sinclair
To George
