Footsteps echo
Across the floorboards and plastered walls,
Floating along till someone hears their song.
The creaks and groans, the thuds and clatter.
Playing in tune, following a pattern.

Footsteps fall
Like the leaves when autumn calls,
Prints left wet from the morning dew,
Staining the pavement like a memory,
Until the sun rises, and the memory is forgotten.

Footsteps trail
Leaving grooves in the earth,
Carving through mountains,
Climbing up cliffs,
Wandering through valleys.
Their impact deep, leaving
Stories behind them.

But most important,
Are our footsteps.
Yours and mine.
The journey we have taken,
The music we made,
The memories we have,
And the trails we have left behind.

For our footsteps are special,
For no one else can walk them.
So keep walking,
find where your footsteps take you.
Our footsteps together,
You and me.