Well, Beaten Path

How is it fair that I can still feel you upon my heart.
Like a well beaten path on which you've left your mark.
Every time I walk it I see you just around the bend.
Like a well read letter I keep forgetting to send.
I hear you at the edges. Your laugh the echo just beyond the trees.
A haunting in the deepest part of me.
You made yourself at home and I was only too happy to give you the key.
But this is now a one person house and it's much too big now for me.