Footsteps echo louder
In an empty room
Bare bulbs burn brighter
When shades are removed
Theres a quaintness
Within the walls
Memories etched
Past recalled.
Written in the aura
Within the air breathed
Recollection brought to mind
A gentle tap upon the sleeve
Of what has gone before
The marks where pictures hung
The scuff marks on the door
When you were young.
Beneath each painted wall
A hidden other colour
Like pages in a book
A different time to smother
The layers of a past
So many times engrained
Footsteps echo louder
Each memory retraced.