Hallways that hold so much

Here. 

There. 

It doesn't matter what's around. 

You left years, decades ago. 

Still, somehow I can tell you haven't left. 

I still feel you here. Your presence, burns bright. Flames and sparks just seem to burn me. Still I need a jacket to make it through the cold nights and sometimes days. Heat never seemed to keep well here. If only it were summer. Its winter.

And still I can't see you. Can't touch or even imagine what you looked like when you were here. I know you were here. Don't know when. Don't know what happened or why you had to leave.

I wonder what you looked like. I wonder how you felt. How you liked to celebrate your birthday. What was your name and favorite color? 

Will you ever come back? Is there something I can do to help? Will you ever tell me? 

I can't stand your presence.