For the Love of…? Traditional Cache

Like a train passing in the distance
Black bird in flight, I hear you call
And even though there's no one
Dark shadows move across the wall

I still hear the echo
Of your footsteps on the stairs
Still recall the images that
Seem to live out there

First you see my fingerprints
Like skeletons of leaves on the wall
People changing places
I stand for a moment and it's gone