Our Little Hideaway On Main Street

Tucked away from the busy crowds
No one notices as we come and go
They are far too fast and far too loud
Why would they bother to see
The simple life that we three live
My dog, my ghost, and me


The house is old and broken down
Hidden in plain sight
It sits in between two brightly lit clubs
But blends into the night
It draws no attention from streetlight folks
It fades away in the day
The forgotten life we used to live
Is never far away


I leave the house to work and shop
I'm always home by dusk
My dog is waiting at the door
But there are three of us
The ghost who waits is my true love
He waits at home for me
He swore he'd never leave me
Now he stays eternally


My life is good and very sweet
I'm blessed to have it all
A wondrous life with my true love
In our hideaway on main street
We stay the same as years pass by
My dog, my ghost, and me
unnoticed by the city crowds
For all eternity


Wendy Atkinson