I passed the street, then turned around
The steps still creaked, that familiar sound
I didn’t plan, but there I stood
Like time forgot I said I could
I almost knocked at your old door
My hand reached up, but shook once more
I left instead, the air too thick
Regret is fast, but steps are quick
The light was off, the shoes were gone
But something there still pulled me on
I paced, I paused, I held my breath
Then left a thought in place of depth
I almost said what months had stored
But ghosts don’t knock, they just implore