Footsteps

by Teatart

I reach out to you
The warmth of your skin
The feel of your lips
Soft and inviting against mine

I cling to your side
The security of your hands
Your fingers entwined in mine
My heart beating in my fingertips

I listen out for your voice
Melodic and inviting to my ears
Even and reassuring
Promising to keep the dark at bay

But you have gone
Withdrawn and departed
Any familiarity shared a mirage
Salt in the abrasions left behind

I retrace my footsteps to find you
But I realise that you were never there
Only an imaginary soul mate
Comforting, appeasing, consoling

I bury your memory
Fresh soil thrown on your grave
Sweet flowers planted at your feet
I am alone again.

~ Sherrie Dyer

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