You know your footsteps still lingers in the air that I breath. And when I see your footsteps in my head, they make me want to cry inside.
So when I hear your footsteps on the ground, they just give me the chills inside. Even if your not standing here, I can still hear your footsteps walking closer to me.
So each photograph that I see of you, just gives me a moment to be with you.
So when I am alone, I can still see your footsteps on the ground and I know they won’t fade away.
So can you tell me why that you are leavening footsteps on the ground?
August 20th 2008
Max D. Hornbogen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem