Footsteps-

It's 3 pm, and the footsteps are still pounding loud. They're all at work, just as I should be. If only I were not too busy fixing this sound.

It's 9, and everyone is gathered for dinner time. Still not a moment when the tapping leaves my mind.

But as we get up, My lips curve in a smile. “Soon they'll be asleep, and it will be my time to shine”

At 3 am, it might be cold outside, But I wrap myself in the comfort of the night. I take out my pen and finally begin to write.

The weight dissolves, as there are no eyes that stare. All this just for a breath of fresh air?

I had only begun to surf the tides, But alas! the clock has again struck 5. Trepidation starts to build With their slightest movement under the quilt.

Now that it is closing to dawn, The echoes of the footsteps begin to haunt… “These feet are too small, My trail would be dissolved by their first footfall”

We're friends and such things must never be said. So at 7, everyone is getting their butter and bread. I smile and help them put their coats on. But I could not help notice the shoes they put on.

At 9 we left and it is 3 again. The steps are still loud. But 3 years later, they finally leave the house.

I couldn't. “If only were the footsteps not so loud!”

I pick up my pen and begin to write once more. Only to be shocked by a bang on the door.

“New tenant, would you show me around?”

Footsteps are still pounding loud. Sometimes, I wish I was born in a different house.