Barefoot Ghost

You left your coat on my chair,

Still smells like the autumn in your hair.

I keep pretending it’s just misplaced,

But it’s me that’s stuck in your empty space.

The tea’s gone cold, the plants look tired,

I hum your name like a house on fire.

Even silence here says your name—

And I don’t think that will ever change.

I walk with barefoot ghosts,

Down hallways where you held me close.

Every step, a song we wrote,

Now just echoes and undone notes.

I still talk to you at night,

Even when I kill the light…

I’m haunted by the love we chose—

Me and my barefoot ghosts.

That record we played on rainy days,

Still skips like it did in those old cafés.

Funny how a scratch feels like a scar,

Like time forgot where we parked the stars.

I walk with barefoot ghosts,

Down hallways where you held me close.

Every step, a song we wrote,

Now just echoes and undone notes.

I still talk to you at night,

Even when I kill the light…

I’m haunted by the love we chose—

Me and my barefoot ghosts.

Maybe you’re better where you are,

But I still see you in the car.

Window down, your laugh, that look—

Some stories don’t need a book.

I walk with barefoot ghosts,

Still wear your sweater when it snows.

You were more than just a home—

You were the silence in my soul.

Me and my barefoot ghosts…

Still dancing slow where no one knows.