Empty Nest

Old boots by the door, still caked with mud. Empty plate on

the table ain't touched the ground. His laugh echoes, but it fades in my mind.

Gone chasing dreams, left his mama behind. I fold his shirts,

so he won't be back. His shadow's still here, but the room's

gone flat. A polaroid smile hangs on the fridge. Bridge to the

past now I'm stuck on this ridge. Baby's gone, and the house

don't hum. Wall's so quiet, I hear what they become. Ain't no footsteps,

ain't no mess. Just me and this heart heavy in my chest.