we can't live here anymore

i see the ghosts

leaving the renovated

house, now sold.

they're talking, mumbling

to themselves,

disgruntled

with the changes.

they aren't happy with

the new floors,

the fresh paint, new windows.

the pipes are fixed.

nothing creaks anymore,

not like it used to.

there's no longer bats,

or mice

running free in the cellar.

that's for wine now.

and the new tenants.

how can we haunt them?

they're so young and innocent.

so much of life

before them.

and that dog, always barking

at us.

time to go.

we can't be scary here

anymore.