haint

a ghost follows me from time to time

he blows in through my fan

or taps me in the breeze

if a hill i choose to climb

he pulls my hand

and tugs my sleeves

if it's sleep i really want

he whispers fast

and flickers bright

he's the subtle kind of haunt

that doesn't last

but through the night

bedhead

I went to bed with my heart unsettled.

I woke up bright with my head disheveled.

So if a hurt inside,

comes out in my hair,

I take it all back.

life IS fair.