Every night I hear <br />the echo of your footsteps, <br />across the wooden floor. <br />They seem to be leading <br />out to the front door. <br /> <br />It happens every night, <br />since the day you left, <br />they are there to haunt me, <br />reminding me <br />what I should have done. <br /> <br />I should have begged <br />for your forgiveness, <br />for the mistakes I made. <br />Hoping you would forgive me, <br />and in my arms stayed. <br /> <br />But I didn’t, <br />and your gone now. <br />All I have is an empty heart, <br />memories I did collect, <br />and the lonely echo of your footsteps. <br /> <br /> <br />13 June 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echo-of-your-footsteps/
