Still Waiting At The Door

"No footsteps. No voices.
Just me…
And the ticking of time."

This house was once a heartbeat, full of light,
Now shadows stretch across the night.
Chairs still set, plates untouched,
But the silence weighs like iron, and it’s too much.

They left without a final glance,
No goodbye, not a single chance.
I still leave the porch light on—
As if the dead know where they belong.

I speak to the air,
But nothing replies.
These walls know my grief,
But they can’t cry.

Still waiting at the door,
Hoping you’ll return once more.
Time has turned to rust in me,
I’m screaming—but no one sees.
Let me tell you I loved you all,
Before I take my final fall.
Still waiting… still bleeding…
At the door.

The halls still creak with your ghosted feet,
Your laughter’s gone but the ache repeats.
I count the cracks along the floor,
Each one a year I waited for.

My voice is dry from calling out,
But silence is what love’s about?
You vanished like you never cared—
But I stayed behind, unprepared.

Do you feel the cold where my heart used to be?!
Do you hear the truth buried underneath me?!
I kept the fire lit with my bare hands—
But you all just ran…
You all just ran!

I built this home on broken trust,
Now all that’s left returns to dust.

Still waiting at the door,
Hoping you’ll return once more.
Time has turned to rust in me,
I’m screaming—but no one sees.
Let me tell you I loved you all,
Before I take my final fall.
Still waiting… still fading…
At the door.

Still waiting at the door,
Tears dried out on the floor.
If I could speak just once—
I'd say I loved you more than enough.
Let that truth reach your core…
While I rot behind this door.

"If you ever come back…
Don’t knock.
Just walk in.
I’m still here.
Still waiting at the door."