the spirit in my bedroom

the spirit in my bedroom
likes to watch me as I sleep
she watches my chest fall and rise
and catches all my dreamy sighs
in mason jars to keep

by now she has a roomfull
if not two or three or four
she'll reach for one and hold it close
and dwell on what she thinks she knows
of dreams she had before

the spirit in my bedroom
likes to shut her lifeless eyes
and make-believe she's fast asleep
'til silently she starts to weep
and heave those pseudo sighs

she's tried
              and tried
                             and tried
and tried

as if a soul could perish twice
and death could ask so steep a price
I dreamt, I dreamt, I dreamt
she died.