Jack Kurtz ‘25
I think I’m being haunted—
As I walk through the newly fallen leaves
Hearing the crackle of every footfall
I hear a familiar set following behind
I whip around, trying to catch it in the act
Nothing
I think I’m being haunted
As I stare at the full moon
Listening to the silence of the night
I hear a familiar sound, from far off in the dark
I close my eyes, praying to hear it again
Nothing
I think I’m being haunted
As I slumber in my room
Surrounded by trinkets and memories
I wish I could have made one more
I try to reach out
Nothing
I wish I was being haunted
And I wish I could at least say
Goodbye
One more time