Footprints

There are many miles

between us. The distance

never made a difference.

I can follow your footprints

that will lead me to you.

I know that you will be

waiting. What took minutes

to walk to you now takes

days – those days turned into

weeks – those weeks turned

into months – those months

turned into years. I tend to

lose track of the time I can’t

get back. I have followed

the same path many times.

I will never forget where we

started and the day you

departed. Still, I don’t know

when I became point A

and you point B. No matter

how long it takes, I will keep

walking until we are together

again. I step into each footprint

you left behind. Yours became

mine. I reached my destination:

what I suspect to be the end

of your path. As I take another

step, I look at the ground

and see your footprints fade.

Where did you go now?

I think I know. It’s a place

I can’t go. One day, I will join

you there when my time

is up, but until then, I’ll leave

my own footsteps behind:

footprints that will lead

others to me. The day I take

my last step will be the day

that I take my last breath.