Ghosts in the Hallway

I hear footsteps down the hall,

Soft and slow, then nothing at all.

The light flickers like it knows,

The quiet place your memory goes.

There’s laughter faint behind the door,

Like it used to be before.

The air feels warm, the floorboards sigh,

Your ghost still walks where we said goodbye.

Ghosts in the hallway,

They hum your favorite tune.

I stay just to listen,

Pretend you’ll be back soon.

Ghosts in the hallway,

Not cruel, just true.

They keep your shape in silver light,

Like the house still belongs to you.

The mirror blinks, the shadows wave,

As if they’ve got something to say.

Every sound’s a gentle clue,

That this place still believes in you.

Ghosts in the hallway,

They never fade away.

I turn the knob, I close my eyes,

They whisper my name goodnight.

Ghosts in the hallway,

Kind and hollow too.

I don’t chase them, I don’t fight,

They’re all I have of you.