Sometimes Second Chances

I'm sitting here at this long table, 

Empty seats,

Muddy conversation-

Reminds me of my heart.

How do I repair?

So I'm here.

Self hating,

Looking for your face in every face.

I can't find you-

Anywhere.

When I put my feet on the ground

I know they will take me to you.

I just don't know if I'm following 

the footprints of a ghost.

Chasing after something that I already buried.

But I'm looking anyways.

I'm burning my own tracks.

And praying I find a welcome mat.

And Not a locked door.