The Door I Still Wait Beside

I stand again where your footsteps used to fall,

a quiet doorway holding the ghost of your name,

and every breath reminds me of it all.

The nights return with the weight of your call,

soft as a memory I cannot tame,

I stand again where your footsteps used to fall.

Your shadow moves along the old, dim wall,

a fading shape I chase but cannot claim,

and every breath reminds me of it all.

The past pulls me in like a gentle drawl,

turning my silence into hidden flame,

I stand again where your footsteps used to fall.

I try to rise when the dark begins to crawl,

but longing keeps playing its quiet, endless game,

and every breath reminds me of it all.

Your absence is the truth I still recall,

a haunting echo I whisper in your name.

I stand again where your footsteps used to fall,

and every breath reminds me of it all.