Will you leave your clothes in the middle of the hallway, so when I walk down the path I'll stumble where you once stood, shedding off the warmth I once held so close?

I find the messes in the kitchen where we tried our hand at baking, only to find our bellies full from laughter? Will you leave a handprint of flour on the table-so when I clean up after, I can still feel your presence in the room?

I've dancing up and down this house that's vacant, in rooms where sheets hang above when you where here, standing right here.

Will you remain a ghost to these walls? Will I come to learn you are gone without me? Let me sleep beside you once more, as long as you are still here come morning.

The floors creak with each call, the sound of ache fills this home we grew. Days seem to lose time, it's a quite that consumes.
Give me a sign, a knock on the door.

Let "I'm home" ring through and through

In this emptiness of memories.