ghosts in the walls

they say this place is h a u n t e d
they say things occupy the shadows in the corners of eyes
and in the walls things pass like
xray stares through air and people.

there are holes they say
within and between everything solid
more holes than you could count
even in a beatles song
more holes than you could fill up
with words and reassurances.

they are talking even now
in whispers half heard
a second too late after our own voices
reverberate on the hollow tile.

can you hear them?

they are passing through us now
the ghosts in the walls
flitting through us like
wind through raindrops
allowing us our selfish dreams
before we crash and mix
in the holes we all
come back to.