walked in Life’s flower garden
stepped carefully
but not quietly
left footprints where I’d been
knowing that time,
the sun, the moon, the wind
would corrode the imprints
I had left behind
others would walk
leaving their foot prints
atop mine
and through all this
before time forgets my
being there and other
footsteps cover mine
I hope someone
will look down
in this flower bed
asking of my steppings:
whence he’s come
and to where’s he gone
No matter where you've been, here you are!
ReplyDeleteDarn it. I knew you'd find me Lolamouse :-P
ReplyDeleteI love the message of this. Where has your lover been? Are you a big part or small part in your ex's histories? Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeletei love your interpretation, Rachel
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