The Ghost Upstairs

Hidden from the sun
Locked away above 21
Where no eyes can meet mine
Afternoon dreaming full of yearning

I live on in whispers
Rumors passed between ears
The shadow behind curtains
Eyes under blinds

On the calmest nights you can hear footsteps
But no one's ever seen the shoes
What's left, the smell of smoke from the cigarettes 
Crushed ash in front of my door