This will not be a poem
I will tell you now
There are so many questions
You can answer; I need to know.
Do you still come here? Looking
For clues I still hide?
For whether you do or not,
They still here reside.
The other day, I
Saw your footprints outside my door
And I followed you home,
Only to realize, “home” was a dream long gone.
Do you still come here?
Tell me if you can
Why did you leave without a knock
When my arms are still open to welcome you back.