tonight i choose to share this supper
with the ghost of my long dead father
for reasons that i have yet to fathom
there's a separate place prepared for him
it has been he a-knocking at the door
yes, every evening at around this time
i knew this, yet did not want to know
true, i'd forgot the curse i wished on him
and ached that he ought ever pay the price
for the sorry broken dream i had become
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