i was inspired to look
inside what forests are like
and took three pieces of bread
and followed your footsteps

how pretty were your prints
down the screeching floors of dead
and dried leaves crushed
in each step you take
and the way you leave
crumbs so you would not be lost

you kept singing that song
and soon, it's stuck
inside my mind
beside the cassette tape
labelled 'you'

but throughout our walk
you were startled
that someone like me
has been following you

you screamed and threw sticks and everything that catches your grip
you've noticed,
then I did-
every piece of bread you have thrown
were gone
as I followed you
the path was missing.

It was my feet, legs, my whole self
so intoxicated by my little adventure
of falling in love
erased the path where we are from
and the only way
to forget
is to forget

and even you are mad
and even you are hateful

**leave me under your nose
and keep me pinched
between your long fingers.
i don't care how
low, how pathetic
this body crumbles
into the path of your shadow -
just don't
let me
go.