Footsteps (poem)
Footsteps on the street they call my life
Countless are the memories they sound
One more day the shadows and the smiles
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Footsteps pounding purpose to their dreams
For here they found new meaning to their course
An extra bit of season to their time
A hint a scent a something to call mine
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Footsteps haunting
Footsteps taunting
Footsteps walking through my memories
Finding Joy in instances they caused
Feeding on impossible they made
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Footsteps every day a hundred more
As names repeat their need to be increase
Footsteps at my window
Footsteps at my door
In my sleep are footsteps
In their death my tears
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Footsteps pounding
Footsteps grounding
Footsteps drowning hopes of normalcy
Far away from echo which they made
Streetlights bury secrets far away
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Footsteps’ moments ever carry on
I hear them in the sunset’s seasoned rain
Listening to footsteps made by her