John Grey writes

YOU DID NOT ALWAYS LIVE ALONE

all the sporadic sounds

of the house

vocalize presence

the radiator

is not just a radiator

but someone who once occupied

these very rooms

who exposes the heart

to the ear

the feelings

even in the fingers

to everything beyond touch -

a rattling window

stops just short of embodiment

and a rustling curtain

near enough

puts flesh to bone –

and something is leaking

            not what

            but who