Ghosts

This house is full of ghosts
who do not want me here.

I am too full of life
and loud laughter
and fight
and passion for you.

They crowd us in your bed,
smothering me
as you sleep.
I whisper,
"I'm sorry, but I love."

They laugh at my destruction.
You roll over
with a gentle sigh,
oblivious to my fate.