You left your footprints across my life <br /> <br />I hate to see your photographs: <br />passing history impossibly frozen, <br />demanding out-of-date thoughts. <br /> <br />You left your footprints on my life <br /> <br />I hate it when people talk of you: <br />as if they were asking for my blood <br />to warm their own false memories. <br /> <br />You left your footprints through my life <br /> <br />I hate it when I find a letter from you: <br />I read a richness and a loss in them <br />and am torn apart by myself <br /> <br />You left your footprints in my life <br /> <br />Footprints claim nothing, offer nothing; <br />they do not ask to be preserved, or to be erased; <br />they are clean, yet they are there; <br />where they lead, I have yet to find <br /> <br />You left your footprints across my life<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-footprints/
