Nostalgia

I miss a life I’ve never really known,

I miss a house that was once a home.

In the darkest hours,

I could navigate every room

Through and through.

My feet press down against cold hardwood floors,

I yearn for every creak, crack and churn.

I tiptoe into rooms,

I reach for walls that shift.

Betrayed, I plop down on my knees.

Do I pray?

Do I weep?

My late arrival no longer causes a stir

Not a light, not a sight, not a peep.

The house sleeps.

I miss a life I’ve never really known,

I miss a house that was once a home.