Echos of the past

Footsteps echo
like sounds of laughter
days long past.
Memories only left...
empty bed
vacant seat...
Gone but not forgotten.

Course of time - intended progression
happy on the other side.
Door shut - locked.
Closing one chapter
venturing onward.

Where does it leave the past?
Slowly fading - drifting away
one clings behind
the other breaks forward.

Crying in the wake - left torn
once thought lost
made murky with unrest, unease
captured momentarily
Only to be delegated to the past.