WHERE THE FOOTSTEPS FADE

Hallways remember footsteps that walked the floors,
Rain stains the glass beside the silent doors.
Empty rooms keep vigil for a living soul,
Silence guards the pieces that were never whole.

Midnight leaves its sorrow trembling on the pane,
Clouds drag broken promises through the falling rain.
Yesterday still lingers underneath the night,
Nothing in this house remembers warmth or light.

Pictures hold a lifetime dying in a frame,
Dust has settled gently over every name.
Fingers touch the edges, searching through the air,
Hoping for a presence that might still be there.

Coffee grows forgotten near the empty bed,
Words remain unspoken, better left unsaid.
Morning enters slowly through a wounded room,
Sunlight finds no garden where the flowers bloom.

Years become a river swollen deep with tears,
Memories grow heavier beneath the weight of years.
Those footsteps faded somewhere near the stone,
Time became a country where I walk alone.

Something in me vanished long before the grave,
Leaving only fragments no one came to save.
Breathing became labor underneath my breath,
Living turned to waiting at the edge of death.

Dawn arrives in colors that already seem gone,
Birds begin their singing to an indifferent song.
Clouds erase the heavens from a colorless sky,
Off in the distance, it resembles how Mars died.

Nothing lacks permission when it chooses to leave,
Pain becomes the proof of everything we grieve.
Hands once held so tightly slowly drifted away,
Love can leave a lifetime in one single day.

Winter takes the warmth from every window glass,
Time keeps moving onward though the heart cannot pass.
Night becomes a witness no confession can mend,
Grief becomes the road that never finds an end.

Still I hear the echoes where the laughter had grown,
Knowing every sunrise finds me waking alone.
Some wounds never close though the years disappear,
They only learn to whisper where no one can hear.

Roads kept stretching farther past the edge of sight,
Stars stayed far above me through the longest night.
Every mile felt colder than the one before,
Still I kept on walking toward an unseen door.

Questions filled the silence no answer could explain,
Hope became a candle, but barely through the rain.
Faith was not a thunder roaring from the sky,
More a quiet reason not to simply die.

Years had carved their memories deeper in my face,
Still some unseen mercy followed every trace.
Nothing in the darkness told me where to roam,
Yet something kept me moving toward a distant home.

I’ve always felt I traveled through this world alone,
Until a massive hand reached down and brought me home.

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