You left your footprints across my life
I hate to see your photographs:
passing history impossibly frozen,
demanding out-of-date thoughts.
You left your footprints on my life
I hate it when people talk of you:
as if they were asking for my blood
to warm their own false memories.
You left your footprints through my life
I hate it when I find a letter from you:
I read a richness and a loss in them
and am torn apart by myself
You left your footprints in my life
Footprints claim nothing, offer nothing;
they do not ask to be preserved, or to be erased;
they are clean, yet they are there;
where they lead, I have yet to find
You left your footprints across my life
Michael...Sterling work, my friend....you never disappoint. Frank
Hello Michael. I've missed reading your wonderful work. This poem reached down inside me and touched my heart. A wistful poem about a lost love - who among us cannot relate to such an emotion? An excellent write as I've come to always expect from you. Love, CJ
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorry to hear that person is still walking all over you, A problem we humans have with memories.....we can't forget the bad.....if we could only remeber just the good. Ah Utopia were are you......Great write Michael : O)