Footsteps
Footsteps …
echoing though the night
I can till hear the sound
moving
slowly
along the corridors
of time
each step
taking you
farther and farther away …
The brightness of the sun
the wind blowing across my face
feeling so lost …
wondering
what will become of my life …
yet somewhere through the fog
I see you
standing
watching …
Why must you do this?
Were we only another empty illusion,
gone like the sunshine
at the end of a day
leaving behind
only darkness …