The Uninvited Guest. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

I felt so cold,
one stormy night.
The shivers ran down my back
as I entered the hall.
The fire was lit in the living room
And the shadows danced on the wall.
Yet still there was a feeling that I was not alone.
I heard some weird noises and then a big moan.

The dogs were agitated.
The cat kept looking over my shoulder.
Towards our uninvited guest.
The one who was getting bolder.

And then when I looked to the chair beside the fireplace,
there appeared an old man.
He sat there with his pipe and newspaper
as if it was his plan.

And then I heard him say ' where are you Kate?
I have returned to see you.
I am a bit late'.

And then as fast as he came, he was gone again like that.
The dogs started to howl,
The cat just sat.

This uninvited guest who visits me
every evening,
Is a previous owner of my house.
And he is believing
that he will find his long lost wife
the one he was deceiving!

She went missing one day
as she walked in the park.
And her husband cannot rest
till he finds her after dark.

So you will often hear him,
call out in the middle of the night.
'Where are you Kate?
I have returned to see you.
I am a bit late'.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .20211010