The Haunted

We look back, short-distanced,
on our piled-brick place,

once-removed, down-sized,
us, former-residents:

a re-settled family,
to that home we sold:

they’ll be embraced,
by its haunting’s enfold.

I met it often, not face-to-face,
Stair-cased, landed, hour too late.

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