old socks

Knocking
I push a door
to open, slightly
wide

I can see his feet
shaking
slightly, trembling
almost

green and yellow, faded
worn socks
since the seventies
I imagine

I cry
inside, tears
falling
again

I deeply breathe
hoping to keep
breathing, since
long forgotten joy

old years, his
yellow and green socks
shaking sadness
through us

I leave looking
as my eyes sting
to turn and walk away
but I don't move

I can't