The key to surviving in here

Is to pretend every room is haunted

Even when it isn’t

All these old buildings

Everything still lives here

For years I have woken

In the middle of the night

Knowing that she sits there

Yes she’s looking at me

Yes she has something to say

She never does though

All these old buildings

Thick against the day sky

The key to surviving here

Is to pretend each moment is haunted

All these old buildings

Are thick domes

Against the night sky

So I took a picture

I took a picture of them

While we were walking

Under layers of fruit and flowers

All these old buildings

Somehow I know she’s still watching

She still has something to say