I am still stumbling in your footsteps;
I see you, but you’re out of reach,
I call you, but in my heart only
Because I know you do not want to hear;
/
Forever following a shadow;
Exhausted, falling to my knees
Onto the mountain path lost in clouds,
Your back forever turned on me;
/
And driven mad by this ringing silence –
Yours and mine, and this of the space around –
I fail to realise we’ve long since made it off the mountain,
And there’s no need to live a life so loveless;
/
Yet, I’m still walking in blurred footsteps
On mountain paths that my imagination draws,
Forever chasing the changing shadows,
Whose backs, turned on me, feel like yours
Your verse made me think of how we all at one time or another chase a memory of what was…and can never be again….a wonderful write.
Thank you, I’m so glad you enjoyed it! Indeed, we seem to often look for shadows of people that affected us in the past. The names of the characters may change, but the plot of the story often stays almost the same.