Haunts

Went home a few weeks ago
Took a walk amongst old fields
Down grown over trails
Visited old haunts
I didn’t hear laughter anymore
Or the race of hoofbeats
Just wind in the pines
And water over the rocks

I stood there
Where my footprints used to be
And understood
Some things you can never get back
I can’t say I ever really belonged here
But at least then
I didn’t realize that sad truth