"Leah and the Ghost Song"

by Joseph McCombs

You visited this place, I know;
Your heart was true and loving.
You gave the land all you could show --
The land, it gave you nothing.

You shuffled through the horror tour;
Your eyes were focused tightly.
Visions of ghosts were at your door --
They raped your dreamings nightly.

You thought of me over tea and toast
While looking through your window;
You may have even seen my ghost
Wandering the streets below.

You remembered me as you went along
With a single treasured poppy.
I remember you as I play the ghost song --
I hope it makes you happy.

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