If your promises were lines I could draw,

the tangle would create a web;

Paths would intersect to oblivion,

where destinations would cease to be.

Tiptoeing in this night, from the lanes of my memory;

shadows of you.

In the silences of this darkness,

I hear faint reminders of yesteryear’s;

Echoes of you from the infinite distances of a no return.

You erased the paths that led to my memories,

removed the milestones that we had passed

But forgot our footsteps that had been engraved on these roads,

in perpetuity.

~S~

29th May 2012

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