You are the ghost that stares at me all night
And of course I return the favour.
Why are you so harmless?
You are gradually becoming my friend
My unfriendly friend who wouldn’t speak
Are you okay?
You have caused me my nights
Dawn is where I find rest
Because I am frightened by you.
Although you mean no harm.
In the morning
You are replaced
Replaced by the coat my mum got for me in grade 6
Tattered and dirty
But I still love to display it
So I hang it by my wardrobe.
Could it have been the coat all along?