my shoes
are only size seven and a half
so my footprints
are quite small
but i leave them places
where giants have walked

Some dreamy like starry skies,
Some shiny like fire flies,
Some visionary like poetry,
Some breathe aggressively.

Memories, that's what they say,
They are footprints of yesterday.

She was
footprints traced in sandy waters
sunflower fields
bloomed in thorns
thunderstorms swept
in salty air
Her spirit twinkled
of northern lights
flirting with a million acres
of honeydew blossoms
She was
the magic
that he adored

my memories stay
in my footprints on the shore
always remembered

h/a

My loneliness always
showed in a singular
                                 season.

Winters failing is when
        the snows fell.

       It showed only my
                                footsteps.

Singular,
    no one,
            nothing beside me
            together at my side.

It was a deep imprint of how
             I felt, deep regret,
that no one imprinted on me.

I leave little holes of sorrow
            as tears sink lower
                             then me.

Winter is my dejection I often
            walk beside others cold
imprints to make it look like
           I'm not alone.

But reality is cold and I'll
always only see my footprints
                                  behind me.