You said I was the only step,
but you always took one back.. Never walking us forward, excuses, like I had to tie my laces, or my feet ache you walk on. But I never looked back, and you never moved forward. We were a distance apart but I'd only took one more step than you. But one can equal more when its not synchronized with your heart. The next day, you had walked off, we weren't even walking in the same postcode... I took of the shoes I wore when we walked, and now I'm bare foot. But you know what I'm walking further without you. My perception isn't clouded by your backward footing. I'm free to walk without the pleasure of having to look backwards.. Just walking onward without pausing to see who cares how far my footsteps have wondered,. I'm strolling at my own pace passing with no goodbyes.
through the high ceilings of stony chambers in my mind their rhythmic paces like a metronome in perpetual motion anticipating impatiently a revelation but the cacophony of thoughts settle into dust and the flames inside my chest subside before the realization that nothing is new in this life
if we can't find poetry in footsteps
where will we find it
I'll never walk in your footsteps.
because you walked that path and it was personal to you. I may shadow you, as I take wonderment in the delicate breath of each moment you trod upon the soil. Showing that for some, we will never tread upon others imprints. But we will not look above, but always below to see that some paths are worth following, stepping side by side to others life. Make a path anew, follow the footsteps of others you look down too. But every path is unique, no path trodden is ever the same in life.
Shoes slapping on the floor. Pit-pat, pit-pat A quiet knock at your door. Pit-pat, pit-pat Raindrops, water pure.
Cool cool floor
Of smooth hard tile Barefeet slapping in Successive taps Step Step Step Step Then onto carpet Silence.
Just observing the almost silent moments of someone stepping across a tile floor and then onto the carpet. Mostly mundane... definitely not something ever thought of as magical, this is something going on all over all the time. Sometimes things like that blow my mind.
Woeful of the memories,
was I to blame! Could I have changed that moment? When he walked out of our timeline. Altered futures of what would have been happy moments. But he was vacant like a parked car paying for a spot never ever filled. Still we waited on the clock before the pennies ran out and then... Tickets of denial, that he was there for us.. he threw pennies at the lap of our mother. She cried inside ever strong... We were young of innocence, thinking he was there for us. But she was the guild that caressed every fall, every awkward question. Denial was a strong venture for boys, that thought the sun shone brightly. In reality it was like the northern hemisphere frozen for a time then thawed. In reality, there was an absence of reconciliation. daydreaming of perfection. never realising... That one took the personification of both. And we gazed upon her as a not worthy. But she brought us up in the wordless motion, of abandonment, not wanting us to see the reality.. That our Dad was as worthless as the pennies he threw in discord, thinking that the copper stepping stones were of worth to feed and put cloth on us. She was the one that played the part of both. gone is her words of wisdom.. But still her learning lives on.. We love you mother & Dad.. But realistically she was both, and when she passed.. She wasn't a loss of a singular person but one that filled the footsteps of both.. Mum we miss you... every one that wasn't filled not one footstep, but one that filled both.