What Used To Be

Throughout the house the wood still creaks A quiet reminder of what used to be I walk, and pause, and walk some more And for a moment, not a moment before I think of what used to be And what it was like when you were still with me The wood still creaks and I still walk But through the house comes a quiet knock I rush to the door in a frenzy and flock Flinging it open with a puzzled gawk No one there And surly not you Still the thought lingers of what it was like when you were still here And yes the wood creaks and yes my heart stings And it hurts when your gone, well, amongst other things So yes I still walk and yes I still pause But the sting hurts less than when you were first gone You’re remembered as kind, gentle, and sweet And my eyes start to burn teary with heat I wipe my tears and continue down the road Trying to rid my head of everything I’ve ever known The thoughts of our time keep my feet going along And I pause for a moment, taking a look back and continue going on.