Secrets in the Sound

Each creak underfoot, a tale yet untold,

memories rise like dust from the mold.

Worn wood murmurs softly, a song of the past,

each step a reminder that nothing can last.

Echoes of laughter, footsteps long gone,

childhood meanderings woven in song.

I tread carefully here, a ghost in my home,

haunted by echoes, forever I roam.