Words by: Amy Gordon ’25

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I cannot come home for Halloween. 

I’m sorry, I know it is your favorite.  

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I cannot watch the passing strangers, 

who haunt the homes of our friends. 

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Despite all my efforts, 

I will never name them.  

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In my dreams I see the movies we used to watch, 

the candy we would sneak from that bowl. 

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I wipe sweat from my forehead thinking of 

how you jumped out to scare me. 

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My heart slows when I hear your laugh,  

and I would laugh too. 

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Our home will never be 

the glorious, haunted house it once was, 

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So, excuse me for staying,  

but I cannot simply pass out the candy anymore. 

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