10/16/2026
I’ll Miss These Footsteps
Now, the days are coming when we must leave,
and the rooms are already beginning to starve.
Soon, the halls will be too quiet for their own liking,
missing the brush of a shoulder against the doorframe,
the sudden echo of laughter in the kitchen,
the comfort of simply being inhabited.
I’m going to miss these footsteps,
and God, I know the house will miss them too—
aching in the drafty corners,
waiting in the dark for a ghost that used to belong.
The house isn’t just an empty structure waiting; it feels our absence just as deeply as we feel its walls fading behind us.
-JohnJohn