Tears splatter in front of me
One
Two
A third
One after another
Like tiny footprints
Footprints made by loss
By longing for what could have been
But now will never be
They continue on
Never really going anywhere
Watching these tiny droplets
As they made pools on the
Smooth bare hardwood floor
I thought of you
How much like your footprints they are
Falling one after the other
But never really go anywhere
They cannot help one run from pain
Nor carry the fear further away
In some ways they bring it all closer
A little easier to see
Until at last one is face to face
With the inevitable
Or in your case...
The angel of death
Your footprints trailed through the sands of hell
Falling one after the other
Yet getting you nowhere
Now tiny footprints
Made by pain
Litter the smooth bare hardwood floor