Or Maybe that is me just crying.

I walked 

in the dark

to your house.

It was halloween 

night and children

and parents were 

running and laughing 

in the dark. 

I was a child 

but with no parent. 

Your house was dark.

But I knew. 

I knew you

where in there. 

I knew

you would always be 

there for me. 

And you were. 

No one will 

know the magic 

of you and your house.  

The smells.

The creaks.

All the hiding places. 

But I will. 

I am startled 

with a knock on 

my car window.

I crack the window 

and a man asks if 

I am ok?

I have been here

for hours, daydreaming. 

Crying and 

Smiling. 

I respond yes, 

and start the car. 

As I move out 

of the empty parking lot

my mortality starts

to giggle at me. 

Just like you. 

Your house was torn 

down years ago. 

But this spot 

is where I found 

you. 

As I drive away 

Its starts raining 

so hard I can barely 

see. 

Or maybe that's 

me just crying, 

missing you 

my dear sweet Wanda.