LOST FOR WORDS

As a crazed ghost, she scratched at the window Clawed at the panes of glass, plucked at the lock.

But I had locked her out! good and tight,
Sealed myself inside safely, good and tight.
Sealed myself inside of a dark airless room,
Lest she get to me while I slept.

But all that was long ago, the rush of memories falter,
Words too, fail, under a child's memories force, and like a thief
Caught in the act, they  run and dare not look back.