Pacing floors

have you ever wanted to call your old number

to tell who ever answers, I want what's mine?

I know what that feels like, missing everything

you once had, feeling like it should still be there

remembering the walk across the floors , getting 

up and opening the doors, the window you long 

to look out of once more, the laughs of the

family that you have no more, when outside

was truly the great outdoors, the bed you use

to sleep in, counting the days to a weekend

smelling the recipes, black eye peas, sweet 

potatoes, cornbread, collard greens, this is

about remembering things, dialing the number

letting the phone ring, when someone answers

before hanging up, say "I guess I have the wrong number