Memory

I think of the ghosts dwelling inside my home and the monsters under my bed. I think of their wellbeing and their comfort.

Maybe one day, they will thank me and fight over my limbs to hang over their fireplace.

I hope they will tell stories of me to their little monsters and kid ghosts. I hope their children too will think of how a person with no bed and no home cares about his residents.

I like to look at the dark and think of it smiling back at me. It is not the warmest of smiles but it is welcoming. The monsters and the ghosts are not home to the dark.

But I am.

For the dark has been here before them; before me; before my home and my bed; before the light;

After the light.