04/27/2026
The Steps I Still Hear ❤️🥰
The house is quiet, the air stands still,
yet something stirs against my will.
A phantom sound, a soft footfall,
a presence felt but seen not at all.
I lift my head, my ears held high,
your steps once echoed, passing by.
They used to bring a gentle cheer,
but now they drift, though you're not near.
The bed still dips as if you lay,
the warmth remains, it does not stray.
I close my eyes, I feel you near,
a love that lingers, pure and clear.
Though you are gone, I do not weep,
for in my heart, you walk, you keep.
And when the night grows calm and deep,
I hear your steps—I purr, I sleep.
