Author Adelaide Green

I am a haunted soul.

It’s hard to explain that to those who aren’t.

It’s usually in the night, in the shadows.

Sometimes I think I see him still.

Walking past me, standing at the top of the stairs.

I sometimes hear his laugh or think I still hear him breathing.

It’s as if his soul is attached to mine.

Two souls connected to one another.

One of us is alive and the other is gone.

In the daylight he seems rot be gone again, as if it was all just a dream.

But I know and he knows that

I am such a haunted soul.