The sound of you

The sound of you

moving down the path

towards me;

the cluttering of foot on stone,

makes me feel

(What do I feel?)

sad, happy,

afraid, warm.

 

I don’t have all of you,

just your steps

on that day

as memory–

just those steps,

the familiar click,

on a warm day

in a garden

far away.

 

Just those steps

that resonate and

call to me

at moments (from moments).

 

I cannot stop

or control

those steps,

those whimsical steps,

that brought

the sound of you.

 

They are echoes from

far away,

from so near,

from things gone

that cannot return

except when

I hear the sound of you again.

 

2-5-2010

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s