Remember how to write

I stare at my driver’s license
It’s mine because it has my name on it
If that’s my name
I recognise the shapes the letters make
But the face
Is this where I live?
Is this series of letters that form a title really mine?
I’m confused
But I copy it onto the form anyway
The house is full of spirits
They sit in the next room in the dark
In the lounge on the chairs and on the floor by the piano
They’re behind the television
Out in the sun room
I have to step around them as I go upstairs
But they don’t say anything
I just hear them move from time to time
And in the distance one of the ghosts is singing
I don’t recognise the voice
It’s too far away
But it will be here soon enough
In time to alight on my roof when I go to bed
And for its presence I will be grateful