The Lonely Sounds At Halloween

Silver spoons sit upon saucers , 
and the coffee cups wait patiently ,
for the guests to arrive at Halloween ,
The ghosts that no one can see ,

China plates sit on the table 
with finger food to appease the dead ,
Remember the good thing we did , 
Forget all the things we left unsaid .

Thinking of the dearly departed 
and then when I feel they are near ,
I take the lid of a bottle 
and in a glass I pour out a beer .

I drink to the lives they once had 
and I can sense they’re not far away .
My lonely heart still misses them,
And I wish they had something to say .

There’s a loneliness I feel within 
and the sound of my pounding heart . 
Its Halloween night in an empty house
where once they all played a part .

I can still hear the constant chatter
and laughter ringing in my ear . 
The banter and chat of this and of that 
is something I long to hear . 
How friendly are the ghosts that seem to appear . 
when Halloween comes round .
Time has moved on and they are all gone 
All that’s left is a lonely sound .