Feeling a Memory

The creaking floor crying
all the photos eying
me as I walk through the hallway.
Wishing and praying you would stay.


My tears form a river
and my heart starts to shiver.
My feelings stir, and the tears still fall
although I can still hear you call,
your voice like a whisper in the wind.
It makes my head want to spin.


I guess they'll never end,
the feelings that I dread.