i walk behind
tracking your footfalls
on asphalt beaches
not stalking
gathering
your where-she-beens
and placing them
in my pockets
for safekeeping
gathering your footsteps
and loving them
in my secret places
so i’ll always have you
near
The (Life) Journal of a Struggling Author
beautiful, just beautiful, you are the poet, sir. c
Thanks, Cecilia.
Really nice words Bill
Thanks, Bob.
Could be two poems. Lovely thoughts!
Thank you. I appreciate that.
Beautiful. Love as experienced from a distance. So charming.
Thank you. 🙂