into the empty room,
and you
are there.
i climb
the stairs,
i pull the ladder down
from that attic,
i go
into poorly lit
room
below the roof,
and you are there too.
i try
the cellar,
but i see you in the
damp
corner
beside the stacks,
the boxes
of old news.
i have to leave the house
to escape you,
but then,
there in the sunlight,
beside me,
i see your shadow.
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