I Do Not Hear That

When you walk 

up to this 

door 

it won't feel

the same 

to you,

But it will to 

me. 

I am still here 

suspended in 

time. 

Waiting for 

what I had. 

I let you walk 

past me and let 

the memories 

wash over 

you like 

a warm 

Sunset. 

You walk

past me

down the long 

hallway,

inspecting 

all the rooms

and stopping 

along the way.

I let you drink

it in,

All you left behind. 

We are both so 

different and 

the should haves 

pile up quickly. 

As you walk

past my memory 

and out the front

door you 

Speak to yourself.

You say that 

you miss 

this place.

but I do

not

hear that 

you

will

miss me.