Your Footprints on Snow

Since you left,

sorrow dances on the white streets,

Love is a drum now,

beating with sad hands,

The drum cries like a lost child

birds forget their songs,

people, like dogs, cower.

You draped old dreams

on naked trees.

Nightingales devoured those dreams

and became ghosts,

on white mountains.

You walked on snow,

long strides, head held high, away from me.

trailing footprints that tell the story,

you wrote while pausing to push

your knife in my heart.

Perhaps to hear the cries of my soul.

I hurried to get closer to you,

Only your footprints on the snow,

I chased until,

They grew wings and left.

I couldn’t fly like you,

You took my wings,

my sighs linger in sad air.

I thought I saw hope in the space between your footprints

I wish you would come back.

Every year snow falls,

burying your footprints,

in a deeper graveyard

of my heart, unseen by the world.