Stones that forgot our footsteps

The road knew

us once

It felt

our soles

our weight

our hesitation

But it forgets

Wind smoothed

the prints

we left

in hurried steps

Rain

washed our breath

from its dust

Trees that watched

now stand

without memory

We walked

for years

thinking we mattered

to the dirt

We didn’t

Even the stones

don’t remember

our names

So we walk

again

alone

unmarked

and unseen

Thinking maybe

the next step

will stay longer

than the last