'In Here'

And the night is full of ghosts.
The house;
sadness.
Two girls rotting
in empty rooms,
rattling
along
narrow corridors;
skin crawling;
fear creeping down the walls.

Among
scuttling crabs
your absence hangs in the air.
Forget ‘moving on’,
we will never be
rid of this 
lack of you.
Caverns fill mountains
and stay there.
Come.
Return.
Turn this grey world
back
to blue.