I heard a voice calling out my name from inside the house, and when I opened the door…
No one there, the room empty, the furniture gone.
The voice called again, ‘Margaret, you don’t live here anymore, you must go home.’
I don’t understand, I was born in the house. I will die in it.
‘That’s the problem, Margaret, you already have… You are haunting an old space that belongs to new tenants. Soon, the empty rooms will be filled with new life. Please come home, Margaret, your loving husband is the voice you hear. I am waiting when you are ready…’
© AnitaDawes 2021