Your Heavy Footsteps

You make steps away.
I could have predicted that.

You don't slam the door,
Like you should.
You place it neatly in its
Lock.
The familiar click,
Your final sign off
Before the signal's dead.

Your footsteps were not heavy,
Like they feel in my memory.
Each step making a hole in the floor,
I can now put my own shoe into;
Like I used to with my Father's footprint
In the snow.
I knew I had to fill those shoes.

All gone.

Your eyes do not chance back.
I could have predicted that.
You gaze straight ahead,
Like I was just another space
In between
Your heavy footsteps.