Poem i made about my father.

Your ghost haunts me through the window in my bedroom door, 

I remember going to sleep and checking if you were still awake by looking through the small window in my bedroom door, I could just lay in my bed and look up at it to check. My room was so small, a corner where I ran too. 

I would stare at the window and see the lamp from your bedroom still on, the soft yellow light in the corner of the window glowing softly, reminding me to stay in bed and wait till you turned it off to go to sleep so I could rest easy. 

And then night’s where you’re not there, everyone in their own rooms. 

My mama downstairs because she didn’t want to share with my father anymore due to multiple things, 

My sister in her room with the door closed, having a sleepover with her friend that’s like a brother to me. 

All lights are off, 

I turn the bathroom light off and close the door behind me, somehow, I feel rushed, like a child afraid something is going to chase them when they turn all the lights off, 

And every time I run to my bedroom, I quickly close the door and hide in my corner of the world. 

Yet something always lingers outside my door, either it was the darkness or something keeping its eyes on me. 

I used to be afraid of my sister's room, always thinking there was a ghost looking at me, 

But now every time I walk upstairs, I turn the lights on in your room first. 

I hold my phone tightly and use it as a flashlight as I turn the lights off and run to my room, closing the door behind me and afraid of looking back. 

Then I lay back in my bed, my sister in her room with the door closed, my mother downstairs in her own suffocating corner. 

And I, upstairs, getting into bed and staring at my phone until I’m tired enough to fall asleep. My eyes glanced at the window in my bedroom door. Your lamp is on. 

I don’t remember what I think when I see it, I assume it’s normal but in the back of my mind I hear my brain speaking muffled words as it tells me I turned all the lights off.