Today’s three things
It’s 3am and the floor boards creak as they do at this time.
The grey haired lady floats across the floor
Tonight, she clutches a rose, a nice blood red one,
She glances over at me no doubt wondering who I am
What I’m doing in her house.
For a ghost she gives me the slightest of attention
She obviously has better things to do and more desirable places to be.