A Haunting
©2026 Eric Saitz
A north wind gently blowing,
Autumn leaves fall soft as snow.
On the wings of a guardian angel,
Perched on a grey headstone—
Your ghost still haunts me, even now.
The letter I hold, I find hard to read;
It's faded now, like your memory.
Wet with tears,
Though the ink is dry—
stains my hands.
Your last goodbye
Are you haunting me now
me now, me now
Are you haunting me now?
So still, so quiet, and yet,
Peace, I cannot find—
In these melancholy moments,
We are bound by time,
Forever haunting here and now.
This letter I wrote that you’ll never read,
Sealed up tight like your memory.
Wet with tears,
Though the ink is dry—
stains my hands—
One last goodbye.
I am haunting you now,
I am haunting you now,
I am haunting you now,
I am haunting you now.