Their Ghosts

Their ghosts echo down the corridors.
So loud I can practically hear them.
But the rooms hold only silence.
I wonder that they were ever here.


I can hear their voices,
Their laughs,
Their teasing.


See the smiles,
Know the fun we had together.


But now they are gone.
Split across the world,
Speaking in different tongues.


For a brief moment in time
We were united,
Now
Each has gone their separate way
And I am here
Alone.


I wonder where they all are now.
I wonder if they
Think of me
Too.