Words by: Amy Gordon ’25
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I cannot come home for Halloween.
I’m sorry, I know it is your favorite.
I cannot watch the passing strangers,
who haunt the homes of our friends.
Despite all my efforts,
I will never name them.
In my dreams I see the movies we used to watch,
the candy we would sneak from that bowl.
I wipe sweat from my forehead thinking of
how you jumped out to scare me.
My heart slows when I hear your laugh,
and I would laugh too.
Our home will never be
the glorious, haunted house it once was,
So, excuse me for staying,
but I cannot simply pass out the candy anymore.