Footfalls Poem by Saul Eldon

Footfalls measure the streets I walk
And coffee cups count the days
That stretch ahead and back
And fade into hazy uncertainty
Like stepping stones in fog

Days in a chain like train windows flow by
Each a snapshot of its yesterday
An unvarying dream broken
An unhealthy desire thwarted
A lost illusion, lost anew

The pages of the diary are blank
Each one empty and crossed through
As if sneering looks of wordless accusation
Pale slices of time unused.
They litter the floor

We should weep for the torn off days
For the hours less spent than endured
Weep for the questions there's no answer to
That mock like grinning manequins
Our fretting, Godless bewilderment