When I worked in the shop opposite, number 64.

I could smell the stench, the awful odour of war.

Restless wartime spirits came to visit me one day.

But they were not friendly, so I chased them away.

Yesterday, was different, I felt I was about to cry.

The spirits were friendly and lonely the reason why.

I felt a cold shiver, a feeling that I know so well.

I knew these spirits meant me no harm, I could tell.

Their homes and loved ones, they just longed to see.

The spirits wanted help and comfort, so came to me.